newsong (newsong) wrote,

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all is well. (but does
not admitting
defeat make it any less real?)

Excerpt from Desert Island
by London Hawley

I learned how to cut keys. I wrote a letter to a friend. I held thousands of dollars, briefly.
I explained a mistake. I faxed a bill. I washed the blood off my hands.
I enjoyed three reasonably sized meals. I made appointments. My voice broke.
I drank peach juice. A friend called. I made plans for someone else's wedding.
I was thrilled by the thought of violence.

But really, nothing happened.

EDIT: Due to a misunderstanding, I must clarify that this post is a humourous commentary on the bugs out here. I constantly have other people/animal's blood on my hands from slapping mosquitos, and there are giant flies everywhere, and this week is horribly annoying for bugs. I was just writing poetry, everyone. Chill.
Tags: #life, emma lake, poetry

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