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Jun 2021
I am a compass for bad news.
An elevator stuck.
A crack in the pavement.
Staggered noises that pace along broken light fixtures in deep hallways, abandoned house at dawn, Trickles and flickers.
  

What has happened is what’s happening.
Past tense, pre-existing conflict.
Emily Raso
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Emily Raso  29/Non-binary/Canada
(29/Non-binary/Canada)   
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