we write because we feel

in reflecting on writing one can become removed from its essential interiority

we write because we feel

sometimes to make sense of feeling, sometimes to shout out some passionate entreaty to others to pause and change course, or even retrace our steps to embed memory in experience

i write my interior life more lucidly than any email entreating others to act

and yet it is this hidden writing that doesn’t define me

i am rather clipped via email and wry social media posts

witty. urbane. incisively detached.

and yet i write my life in syllables that are warm and soft and trickle across lines that sometimes wants to sing themselves

to bring my selves

and set them in a pond

for you to see

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