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  • I spend my time
    Saying no
    Thinking life is grave and joy is scarce
    Feeling inconvenienced
    Taking myself all too seriously.

    The air gets tight and close.

    This is my window on to a space where things are plainer and simpler than the racket in my head would have me believe. Someone has a kid they get a kick out of, someone mourns a loss, someone takes a walk, someone is having fun with language. I do too. I can too. I am too. I want to tell you.

    Find an image. Fingers to keyboard. Words. Tinkering. More words. The cursor dances back and forth. I cut, I paste. It is less grave, more fun. More words. Frustration can emerge when I can’t say it clean the first time, but still, I want to tell you. I want you to know.

    I accept the invitation – to gaze out of my tight place, to witness, to write, to practice, to share.
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