A forehead under lips,
Under a chin;
Face to face, soft cheeks press each other
Back into chest they lean…
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A forehead under lips,
Under a chin;
Face to face, soft cheeks press each other
Back into chest they lean…
I realized today that I can disappear in small increments.
Instead of doing it all at once in one big, difficult, dramatic exit, I can instead just die quality, one piece at a time.
Self-erasure will be my salvation.
Less and less of me, quietly disappearing, retreating into hiding.
I don’t know why I didn’t see it sooner, especially once I realized that the more I retreat, the more I am accepted — further proof I don’t belong in this time.
My cold, dark feeling
My hidden wisdom so hard to find
My searching for everyone who’s fled and scattered and hid
…
It was large and hefty in my hand.
Glossy and black, more shell than screen, it felt
solid in my palm.
…
So many poems I’ve written!
Would that I could tell you what they mean!
January 10, 2026
My cold, dark feeling
My hidden wisdom so hard to find
My searching for everyone who’s fled and scattered and hid
…
You, too, can take advantage of this neat little trick! All you need to do, it turns out, is just…
Still, I try to hand you a little piece of me every day:
a single grape pulled from a vine of many.
“If you always do what you’ve always done,
you’ll always get what you’ve always got.”
I remember hearing this from a woman
whose face and name I’ve long forgotten,
sitting a few seats away from myself
in our little circle…