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Poetry Writing

Futility

resistance is futile.
thinking of us daily
prepared you for me
since before you’d heard
of resistance.
and still
you have wanted it.

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Poetry Writing

Warmest French Bread

I am the River Moldau collecting beneath crossed ankles.

I am the sideways push to get out from your path.

I am you, stained grey-air ash.

I am warmest French bread and condensation on the plate.

Me and the droplets waiting for spreadable Everything’s Better Butter.