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- a dispatch from my cave.
I’m worn out from a lifetime of battling my own innate nature. I keep trying to make my introverted self fit into an extroverted world, but all it does it make me miserable.
The immutable bottom line is that I am strange and eccentric and it is bred into the bone. I don’t like talking on [...]
- imagine this in the language of your choice.
immigrant man, upon filling the mouth
of his mother’s grave, says to cousins
and daughter:
“well, we’ve fed it six of our kin so far. think it’ll let us stay yet?”
the ground just burps
and rolls over.
- sometimes a big bang is just another creation myth.
This mop-haired sophomore once asked me, between slurps on his retainer, why I named Xenith as I did, “all exez instead of zeez.” And I didn’t want to tell him, this wide-eyed naif, until I remembered I had been younger at my own age of reckoning. So I turned my head low and away and [...]
- i woke up this morning afraid
i woke up this morning afraid
that i had fallen from
writer to story
and tumbled down,
from verb to noun.
Linguistic Inventory:
1. Title syntactically attached to poem.
2. Repetition of / f / in line 1. Ties to / f / syllable initial in afraid.
3. Repetition of / t / in line 2. Also / t / in tumbled in [...]
