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scraig
scraig
36/F/Northern WI My poems reflect the journeys I've been on: coming of age on the Great Plains, the pull to spiritual lands (Black Hills, Lake Superior), the journey of the heart, the journey of the body.
The Report states Stacy has been stealing staples again stapling her school work at work. Again. We know she writes poetry at her desk. We haven't caught her yet but she has that look in her eyes like she's happy to be at work. Investigation ongoing. Last week she she slipped paper with Beatles lyrics into the copier so every time we print one of these Reports, All You Need is Love is in the background. We think she is a millennial. Promotion not recommended.
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Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 2:09 PM UTC
The Report
There’s no reason to leave the flashlight except you like the trail at night. The base of your spine feels the worn path. You hear your boot stray into the leaves and come back to center. The body doesn’t break a sweat. There are owls. This next place I’m going, I know what led me there.
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Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 10:05 AM UTC
This Next Place I’m Going
Tell me about your poverty she said and I will tell you if you qualify for this help I hold. Tell me why you need this. Show me why you really really need this. Because if you really need it, you should be able to talk to a stranger at a counter. You should be able to say clearly, Will you help me? Someone who doesn’t know you or care about you who may be judging you. Can’t you scrape enough together? Can’t you pull yourself up? It’s not too much to ask.
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Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 9:00 AM UTC
Asking for Help