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really bad arm pain, a full plate at work, and a handful of poems and stories for the punk rock novella mean that i am less posty. you may have noticed from the weekend.

i am reading though.
really - i still care.
just can't talk about all of the magic
i have to save it for the poems

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i heart art - notes on the brand new highway show

i love performance
i love seeing people i know as regular transform into Performers before my eyes
i love feeling my heart crack open
I love feeling glory like church at a queer art event
like honestly holy glory
there were moments when i could've chosen jaded
i chose to cry with joy and revelation instead

i was even thinking
the next show is 7/1 in santa fe
hmmm road trip?
prolly not possible
but that's why my little heart wants

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you know this one time
we were drunk in a bar
and you took me aside
slurring some wisdom in my general direction
and i was distracted
by a blonde girl singing showtunes in the background
but you grabbed my jaw
and made me look
really look
at you
and i saw
that i was a moment from hearing a great truth
'listen - this is important'
you said to me

and then our friends came up to say goodbye
and i was listening
i still am listening
but now
you're too quiet.