November 2019

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Random Unsorted Drafts / / By

I do not miss the one you call Mother
the one that speaks with prior knowledge
the one that speaks in the tounge of others
the one whose children far outnumber
the ones that passed the womb as measured
as regular children are decendants of the crown
as the blessed children of the one before us

I do not miss the one you call Mother
the one in gray tones and grey matter
the one of perm of purchased styling fathomed
whose children far away are scattered &
one with offspring and

another without

yet far apart

yet apart

yet far
yet &

yet
not
at
a
.

semi-

Poetry Drafts / / By 
FIVE THOUSAND emails
An inbox overflowing, ignored for a century and counting
Now a mere memory, forgotten & purged this night





These





Those





NO: I SAY
I CARE NOT
I ADMIT





and withdraw
again from the world
you know





; a world in which I do not belong;





semi-colon / semi-





and





// unloved

pretend

Poetry Drafts / / By 
Sometimes I disappear,
like at a bat in daylight approaching,
sometimes I come back,
Looking and finding anew the old
The same;;; a comforting blanket
I wrap around me as I try
once again to remain
The same; the sane
the one
I pretend to be
Each day
Each and every way





I can
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