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I spend my days lying down, that being the bed, a chair, or the couch, because money is important, because I am an Earth stellium, because I need to feel comfort. From the autumnal yard in a rainy October, I had a Gizmo, a cup of coffee, and a cigarette. A senior professional, mind you, smoking and crying, toothless and poor. For I lack fire signs, being no one’s threat, keeping it all inside while awfully sober. From the autumnal yard in a rainy October, I have those I love less than a kilometre away, my sister in Christ, and a new home with my man. He is also an Earth stellium and reads me like a book, eats me like a pastry, drinks me like soup. From the newly rainy apartment in a rented October, I was walking on eggshells, crying for help. “You’re on your own, kid” as his whelp coiled in sadness; no change from his end, no surprises for me. Once, in a hospital bed, he declared, “My life will move on four months after you’re gone,” he was not joking about it, a man of his word! A father to many, a memory blurred.
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Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 3:55 PM UTC
From the yard
I spend my days lying down, that being the bed, a chair, or the couch, because money is important, because I am an Earth stellium, because I need to feel comfort. From the autumnal yard in a rainy October, I had a Gizmo, a cup of coffee, and a cigarette. A senior professional, mind you, smoking and crying, toothless and poor. For I lack fire signs, being no one’s threat, keeping it all inside while awfully sober. From the autumnal yard in a rainy October, I have those I love less than a kilometre away, my sister in Christ, and a new home with my man. He is also an Earth stellium and reads me like a book, eats me like a pastry, drinks me like soup. From the newly rainy apartment in a rented October, I was walking on eggshells, crying for help. “You’re on your own, kid” as his whelp coiled in sadness; no change from his end, no surprises for me. Once, in a hospital bed, he declared, “My life will move on four months after you’re gone,” he was not joking about it, a man of his word! A father to many, a memory blurred.
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Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 3:55 PM UTC
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