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Today was someone’s last day in our group I saw others go on with their work, After a courteous goodbye. Here I am, feeling how he must’ve felt Watching folks go on about while I, While I am receding in my...

Other women, possessing key value pairs, With dictionaries of obsolescence as resumes. She, she isn’t thinking about you She’s got her Tesla, her twins, and her career future to worry about. She, she already...

What is this pain in my heart Longing, that old friend and old enemy, That’s what it is. Longing to come home, forgetting that Home is no longer home Longing to press my cheek To the faded cement floor Imagining...

And so this poem ends
Like my pedantic poems
Unlike your fantastic ones

To you, I said I had a crush on you Thinking that you will imagine only little boys have crush, And so will spare me of your adult indignation. This morning, still buried in that crush, I opened my eyes and saw Only...

Saw her today climb into a car, someone else’s
May such moments of pain bring me
A clearer understanding
Bequeath her the rest of my years
Unlived, untainted, closer to God
This is how I know I love her.