If a storm should come and wake the deep, what matters? I shall ride and sleep
My poem "Dive" has been accepted by Not One of Us. It was written last month after a late night at Waypoint with a drink made with squid ink mezcal. I have had an eye-crunching headache all day and this was very pleasant news.
I was talking politics with my father tonight, because that happens a lot with politics being as they are these days. Context was the number of lawmakers in the country currently terrified of women, queer people, people of color, non-Christians, because obviously each of these demographics is apocalypse personified and God knows what happens if you cross the streams: "What can I tell you?" my father said. "You're really scary. You got a nuke in each pocket, you got the sickle of Death in your hand, you got that witch doll you left at the house—" I feel like I may have turned into a Tarot card. It's hard to be upset by that.
I still have the eye-crunching headache and I have to get up in six hours in order to make sure of catching the requisite buses to a doctor's appointment, so I'm just going to leave (courtesy of
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I was talking politics with my father tonight, because that happens a lot with politics being as they are these days. Context was the number of lawmakers in the country currently terrified of women, queer people, people of color, non-Christians, because obviously each of these demographics is apocalypse personified and God knows what happens if you cross the streams: "What can I tell you?" my father said. "You're really scary. You got a nuke in each pocket, you got the sickle of Death in your hand, you got that witch doll you left at the house—" I feel like I may have turned into a Tarot card. It's hard to be upset by that.
I still have the eye-crunching headache and I have to get up in six hours in order to make sure of catching the requisite buses to a doctor's appointment, so I'm just going to leave (courtesy of

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SHIT FUCK HOLD ON THE CAT’S ON FIRE
Yes. Yes it does.
Anyway. Hope the headache's better, that you made it to the doctor and back in one piece, and that Waypoint offers you a thousand dollars in mollusks and cocktails in exchange for letting them frame that poem and hang it on the wall.
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Everything about that thread makes me happy.
Hope the headache's better, that you made it to the doctor and back in one piece, and that Waypoint offers you a thousand dollars in mollusks and cocktails in exchange for letting them frame that poem and hang it on the wall.
From your lips to the proprietors' ears.
Thank you!
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Thank you! Sorry!