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"I suffered, so, I learned, so, I changed" *her pale white arm, back and forth, flashes before my eyes face, cutting my few blonde many grays, she tumbles pieces of now dead me, to the floor, in cut wet clumps there, across her underarm, placed there to be but half-hid, my Bostonian via Albania haircutter, (I am a human explorer) reveals a tattoo uttering in Arabic that cuts me deeper then any scissored blade she metal possessed* I suffered, so,  I learned, so, I changed *revelations daily granted me, this one, incomprehensible, as she cuts, I imagine, my mused blood superheated, clotting this poem oh the words are readily understood, but unknown is the inspiration, the event so formative it was deserving of being transcribed, inked, permanence earned by, recording pon human flesh, exposed yet hidden and I dare not inquire...even I... who among us dare say that they have not suffered? yet, you, say the word slow suf-fer, hiss it in two parts, then ask yourself again, have you experienced the unimaginable as real? and needy to record it upon thy own human flesh? I have walked empty mirrored hallways unending, stood by rivers imploring, begging me to join their current, sleepwalked for days without count, punishing penance for acts of commission, acts of fearful cowardice I learned I changed better for the betterment of my united untied bodied bloodied soul *where? my tattoo? readily visible!* in every word I ever wrote
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Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 12:33 AM UTC
I suffered, so, I learned, so, I changed
"I suffered, so, I learned, so, I changed" *her pale white arm, back and forth, flashes before my eyes face, cutting my few blonde many grays, she tumbles pieces of now dead me, to the floor, in cut wet clumps there, across her underarm, placed there to be but half-hid, my Bostonian via Albania haircutter, (I am a human explorer) reveals a tattoo uttering in Arabic that cuts me deeper then any scissored blade she metal possessed* I suffered, so,  I learned, so, I changed *revelations daily granted me, this one, incomprehensible, as she cuts, I imagine, my mused blood superheated, clotting this poem oh the words are readily understood, but unknown is the inspiration, the event so formative it was deserving of being transcribed, inked, permanence earned by, recording pon human flesh, exposed yet hidden and I dare not inquire...even I... who among us dare say that they have not suffered? yet, you, say the word slow suf-fer, hiss it in two parts, then ask yourself again, have you experienced the unimaginable as real? and needy to record it upon thy own human flesh? I have walked empty mirrored hallways unending, stood by rivers imploring, begging me to join their current, sleepwalked for days without count, punishing penance for acts of commission, acts of fearful cowardice I learned I changed better for the betterment of my united untied bodied bloodied soul *where? my tattoo? readily visible!* in every word I ever wrote
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nat-lipstadt
99/M/NYC/Lippstadt/Kraków
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 12:33 AM UTC
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