Tagged: insecurity

i am not secure –

i am not secure –
when you are halfway across
the world, everything

moves speedlessly, and i am
still looking for the pause button
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we were at six flags

we were at six flags
that first summer. you tied me to
the flag pole and walked

away. i still feel like that
kid, inextricably bound
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on departures and

secured in the pocket

secured in the pocket
between 3:06 and 4:33
a.m., i am mostly
insecure, still
blinking minutes
into existence,
crusted, uncrusted,
longing to
see more clearly
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