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Jade May 21
“It’s you and me, Kid.”

{internal monologue}
Jade May 21
Maybe if I push my sadness down
deep enough, it won’t be able to reach me anymore.
Jade May 19
Little Miss Muffet
sat on a tuffet,
eating her curds and whey.

Along came a spider
who sat down beside her,
and yet she does not stray.

Though an arachnid–
preferable sidekick,
better than being slain.

For, vacant across the room:
“A stool?” No! a tomb!
where he-wolf lies in wait.
Jade Apr 29
I don’t want to carry bear spray
because I’m afraid of being
attacked by a bear; I want to
carry bear spray because I’m afraid
of being attacked by a man.
Jade Apr 29
If I had to choose between being
alone in a forest with a bear
or being alone in a forest
with a man, I would choose
the bear. See, you can reason
with a hungry bear; you cannot
reason with a hungry man.
Jade Apr 29
There was never a “before” sadness.

Perhaps my sorrow is like god:
it is impossible to precede
something that has always been.
Jade Apr 29
He said I abandoned the ship
(but he was the one
who forced me off the plank).
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