Three Poems
Dmitriy Kogan
I don’t care about writing anymore this is stupid / I don’t care anymore about this shit / They were like umm but doesn’t this mean so much to you / I said no
It is a gift / to be alone in this world / together with everyone / and everything / we’ve ever loved
It really is beautiful, he thinks, taking another puff on his joint, how music brings people together.
There is a War between Words and Things. Armies are on opposite sides of a River called Speech
I don’t care about writing anymore this is stupid / I don’t care anymore about this shit / They were like umm but doesn’t this mean so much to you / I said no
June climbed down tiredly from her perch, and sat at the kitchen table, resting her hot cheek on the cold tabletop while Amos called the rest of the family down from their places of hiding.
Posting feels sacrificial. Like giving something away. It’s an act of vulnerability, isn’t it? Sending something personal out into the unknown, with the possibility someone might see it, relate, make contact.
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
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