Tagged: postaday

there’s a first time for

there’s a first time for
sugarcane juice, and it’s standing
in front of the man

and the machine, juicers both,
coaxing nectar out of a cane
.
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all in a day’s work

all in a day’s work
is measured unevenly –
the size not tailored

for these hands, the weight not gauged
by what we’re able to carry
.
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at every city

at every city
corner, there is a promise
of something maybe

delicious, maybe stale, maybe
under-cooked, maybe life-changing
.
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under the 7-

under the 7-
train, a brave new world – shaken
and stirred, intrepid

eaters bumping into secret
recipes and hidden lives
.
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sometimes the people

sometimes the people
we need are the people we
leave out, taking for

granted availability,
access, some kind of allegiance
.
20211114:2019
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autumn retreats, a

we are golden for

we climb with no real

no, we will never

no, we will never
recover the summer of
2021 –

autumn drags us kicking and
screaming into winter, a blur
.
20211110:2200
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in the early days of

in the early days of
discovering
teleportation, people flocked
in and out of
cities, towns, endangered
ecosystems, any
place they could
imagine.
not even six months
in, people began
to make up new and old
excuses for why they
couldn’t drop in on
loved ones, spend any
more time than before
teleportation – tractor-beam
malfunction, severed spatial
eliminator widgets, quantum
dissociation syndrome,
the cost, work, dog duties.
the excuses couldn’t
have imagined better
champions, we can
stop imagining teleportation
.
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