Category: Old Moods

• Nervous Flyer

  Press hard against the spot with metal.Tap softly with a warm, clean cloth.Things I think of as I take off to Spain.OCD pains. I can’t pick my face here or ever.The plane tilts. Like perpetual motion, it feels.When I’m enclosed, like now or in the shower;I’m perpetually scared of how scared I was before.

  May 21, 2023

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• A Runner

  I used to run.Often I ran.I ran in Getafe. You probably don’t know what it is like to run in Getafe alone at night.This is not me bragging.Spring and summer nights were yours truly’s favourite. I went once to a concert in Madrid.Big one that was. Alone on a summer night.And so, I wanted to…

  May 6, 2023

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• Dark

  So much of me is personal,Like sitting in this room in the darkTill he comes and turns on the light:‘you like the dark, don’t you?’I say I don’t,But the most exciting things happen at nightFor some reason, like you, turning on this light. So much of us is personal.

  Apr 29, 2023

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• 27

  We had this one cd in the car by Coldplay,As a kid, I had the common decency to hate the band.We were stuck with it. We would always forget to bring the other CDs with us.Today, I remembered that “Parachutes” wasn’t that bad for the time.And there was a time when my parents seemed to…

  Apr 25, 2023

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