Thursday, February 22, 2024

My Generation's Grime

I hit my head against the refrigerator 

like a boa constrictor wrapping me in a chill

it's not the words we use

it's the energies behind them

Calm and resolute

versus

jubilated and unrestrained

my

grime.


at

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