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2025-08-14
how many times ive seated in front of a typewriter
with a freshly brewed black coffee
more than i paid the fee to see the
see myself lurking behind what matters
these lost feathers
did god tether
i dont know
i dont know about this either
how do you want to read?
poems can unravel themselves as you read, line by line, at a considered pace — or just sit there, fully visible, like normal.
change this anytime — look for “reading: …” near the top of any poem.