Tagged: self-preservation
credit goes hand in
credit goes hand in
hand with critique, side-stepping
the limelight is a
practice nestled in thorny
comfort, self-preservation
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research indicates
research indicates
that choice
paralyzes us –
a paradox for
preserving
our first
world problems
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mom taught us how to
mom taught us how to
pickle so that we will not waste –
self-preservation
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on the journey that
on the journey that
is covering, uncovering,
discovering, we
will no doubt miss every cue
out of self-preservation
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sitting by the wing
sitting by the wing
of a plane is often an
exercise in self-
preservation,
counting every
nut and bolt,
willing every
piece of metal
to stay together,
holding breaths
twelve heartbeats
at a time
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step by step, we will
step by step, we will
remember to
forget and
forget to
remember –
equally nourishing
and crippling,
a self-preserving
sabotage
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here is a thing i
here is a thing i
do or am finding myself
newly doing, an
adding-on to my
life experiences
because of you –
after certain
deaths, a scouring
through the cloud,
gathering of data,
zeroes and ones,
for evidence, any
sign of neglect
when i could have
singlehandedly, if
not so effortlessly,
plucked this
future pain from
our hearts, an
unbelievably self-
preserving, ego-
centric, and
indulgent thought,
as if i could
wrap it securely
around my heart
to forget you
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it is mostly self-
it is mostly self-
preservation that
makes the living fancy
that the dead wants
to have anything more
to do with this not-
letting-go part. i hold
your hand in the dark
before waking and
by dawn, my fingers
are stinging, like a
self-righteous
deficiency, a prickly
reminder that death
is not another chip
on the shoulder, there
is nothing second-
hand about it
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