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overused, and generally not in a meaningful way. a word that has taken on a politically disingenuous connotation.

thin, crisp linen. cool when hot, scratchy on tender thighs. linen is not appropriate for babies and the very old. then flannel sheets, soft and rolled, quiet, warm.

not usually a verb, but a title given to someone who is more than just not on your mind, but lost, wayward, marginalized, and alone. but, not really forgotten. the really Forgotten have ceased to exist and cannot garner notice. no, these are the underdogs who have our sympathy and who are soon to be [...]

a pulse, salty, in my veins. coming and going as it has for all my ancestors. it is a clock of the ages pulsing in my body. a tide of evolution.

tiresome, this word. it feels like something that has been tried already, too many times to count. it’s never something with a beginning or end, just a pulse of activitiy that people fool themselves into believing is new and distinct.

the water has a film on it. should I leap in? i can’t see past the surface. is this faith I require, or something else? I know what will happen when I jump.

fall out and down in the winter snow, a pale ash that only resembles frozen water. it’s frozen soul, the only part of us left after the final conclusion, the inevitable act of self-destruction contained within all of us, that given enough time, we will touch. it will flower. it must come to pass.

people at the front door are smiling at me. i do not know them. one of them has high cheekbones which makes me think she is smiling after she has stopped. it is inappropriate. she should not be smiling right now.