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anitasvt
23/F Eclectic human and psychologist-to-be.
The word of the day is: Ingenious – cleverly inventive or resourceful Sometimes I’ll look at a word and I’ll think “Oh, that’s ingenious” Already melancholy in mourning over having forgotten it Honking once while I’m blasting it – windows down, repeat on – merely flying right past it with a speed that surpasses free recall I’ll throw my hand out too late; out of reach and can’t grasp it Both feet pressing down as if shattered by gravity, post peak pride-time free fall I wish to be and be in its temperamental casket That ingenium, a supreme state of being I won’t ever work for but still I envision I’ll catch it As if a permanent sickness rather than self-authored static As if I blink out a prayer; stick my hand out; am lucky; and still living Until I’m suddenly clasping it All I’ve ever desired And all I had to do was ask for it
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Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 4:06 PM UTC
Ingenious
Things I won’t: Let myself go Set myself free and wait to see if I’ll come back whole Split wide open for you to slide into Busticate Things I do: Hold hands and wait for them to let go Never drunkenly fornicate, hours late turn early mornings as we wait Slip into you, mouth open, eyes shut, all facade Pick away the pieces
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May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 8:43 AM UTC
Bustication: The art of tearing one of us apart
Exampli gratia: Here, in the sun, looking straight forward over the green lawn onto the bacciferous frondescence The space between the building where psychopathology was taught and the building where our intelligence was tested – buildings made unsafe and marred and subjected to presence – Here, I just am; there is no absence As far as my eyes can see, the “where” is here and the “when” is now and I am alone, listening in to today A bee flies by and draws my eye to the peripheral timescape Inside the dark window to the left we sit in silence and wait for a pre-school class to walk past so we can continue a lesson that ended a year ago Behind me looms the auditorium where we partook in curiosity Beyond this greenth, you own the space But on this bench, there is no absence Here, I can breathe, lone as I am
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May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 3:37 AM UTC
Finding New Spaces Where There is No Absence