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over and over

over and over we come through the worst. we survive ourselves– every ex -halation makes room for us, our selves — *this poem is a re-working of a quote from Michael Eigen’s The Psychoanalytic Mystic 

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outrage sounds.

outrage sounds. official -ly bored. pen scritches. an Excel cell filling. a form -ality. anonymous call center hiss & clatter—keyboards, mouth-breathing, vague voices— we pretend we are not trading scripts: i am <NAME>, a voter in <STATE>. i am <EMOTION> … Continue reading

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