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Green tea

Stillness

of the body

as I watch my thoughts

playing with each other

to the rhythm

of a newfound

muted heart.

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Confessions of a clothes chair

I have no idea

how I ended up like this.

Yes, act of service

is my love language,

but there’s a limit.

I can’t see shit

and mostly 

I can’t breathe!

I really wish I was a glass,

or a mug.

Hugged,

kissed,

bathed.

Daily.

Carried around,

treated with care,

respected.

Seen.

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Winds

Like Greek gods

we can rule the winds.

Sometimes.

Winds that can be

fast and cold,

or slow and warm.

Producing sound,

or olfactory experiences.

Or both,

poking the nose

and poking the ear.

Their invisible presence

can be unpredictable, too.

Out of our control.

Can fill a room

with laughter

or fear.

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Morning run

Trading an hour of sleep

and less than a pound of sweat

for endorphins,

agility

and redemption.

Plus something to brag about

until noon.

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The sacrifice of the onion

Exposed and motionless,

death shines above its head.

Facing destiny

with the kind of dignity

that belongs to a stoic.

The blade drops.

One becomes two

then rat-a-tat-tat

rat-a-tat-tat

rat-a-tat-tat.

Over and over.

Silence.

A crime scene

never looked so peaceful.

The slayer’s weeping,

that’s what it’s all about.

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Fake plant litany

I wish I was real

so I could drink,

feel the sun,

grow.

I wish I was real

so I could change outfit,

blossom,

clean the air.

I wish I was real

so I could be vulnerable

to bugs,

darkness,

negligence.

I wish I was real

so I could Live.

I wish I was real

so I could die.

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Flossing

A game of hide-and-seek

taking place in my mouth

rewards me

with an unexpected

moment of mindfulness.

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A photographic intermission