In case you think I haven't been writing...

You're wrong. I just haven't been posting. Or something like that.

So here are two relics I just dug out of the vaults. I have no idea when they were written. I have no idea where they came from. Frankly, I don't even know if I wrote them; or who wrote them. Enjoy.

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sometimes I am eloquent after cereal

if we didn't have letters
from lovers past
to bring tears to our eyes
you know we'd never cry

and our hearts would close up
and we would become cruel,
and get away
with every awful thing we did


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Why is it
my dear
you are everything
and everywhere

in my days
and in my dreams
I find you stitched
into my seams

you're in my fingers
beneath my skin
I leech you out
bleed myself again

but in my days
and in my dreams
I find you stitched
into my seams.


The more I read into these the less I think I wrote them. Please come forward if they belong to you. I find them potent enough to post them without intention.

Thank you.