Tagged: human

on day eighty-five,

on day eighty-five,
doubt looks too familiar,
perhaps closer to

day sixty, smiling like thirty,
naïve like eight, aching like one
.
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more than a handful

of all the hours

of all the hours
visible to humans,
occasionally,
we will let slip
an extra hour,
unseen, yet felt
dancing within the
joyful layers
between
you and me
.
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perhaps youth hijacks

perhaps youth hijacks
our memories long before
they are created,

lies in wait for activation,
ready to pounce with vigor
.
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between a rock and

when reality

allow us to go

allow us to go
first for a
change

first to call
it for what it is,
–isms, -ists, -phobias
and listen.
because unfailingly,
we are the firsts
to call it
for what it isn’t,
to call each other
out, the go-to tool
for those accustomed
to the short straw
.
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