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#1049237 added May 5, 2023 at 11:44am
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Something (Within Purview) Outside My Window
Why I don’t submit? Recon on where to submit invites my ADHD to obsess like an owl with a Tootsie Pop. I find a sweet crunch and forget what to savor, sideways again go…

We’re not so different, you and I….

https://massreview.org/sites/default/files/13_64.1Ok.pdf

…is something I could never get the nerve to say.


As I stare out a window
Up to the branch on the crab
Pointed directly at me…

Longing, I spy your winter
Coat melting off. Feathers
Baffle breezes tormented,

Beg strip you free.
You eye me, eye me,
Side to side, side to side —

Never…with such beauty.
My heart feels worth slip
Through a clear pane.

Vanity is insecurity, but
Only for the borrower
Of a free spirit’s wing

Diving for the feeder, then
Bomberang away to the sky
Because I flinched an inch.

We’re not so different…

I feel even more alone
whisper
mutter
keep to yourself
.

Let me have this moment…

I’ll be      fine.


5.5.23

I just made that up on the fly…
No bird outside, caged
Is/in my heart. *Heart*

Adverb! Adverb! Adverb alert! Delete, delete, delete…
I was just…
A-ha! Uh-hah. You are very Very.
*RollEyes*.  😏

After…fine…do I speak to you, to me…to you through me? to me through you?
Somewhere in the narrative divide, not personification, a third person/1st person narration,
but a fourth wall I only see the divide of this personality, reflecting, deflecting
back and forth off satellites to off shore accounts, transferred a thousand times,
pinging off space rock, floating free in a black sea, never incinerate, falling back, burn
for reentry, but what black holes spy, crave, if even a glim of shine.      Now?
I digress…


Maybe, another run to look into publications to submit, after lunch. I’ll be distracted for a week or a month or forever, at times.

Now, what was/what am I doing?

Ignoring right hand arthritic numbness, tingling *shakes hand repeatedly*…what is this compulsion…he tapped with an extended ring finger (right index isn’t ‘having it’ today)? The pinkie tapped the inserted ‘right’. Showing off, now.

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