Paradoxical Karma
Family sorrow is in my expanding bags, on my soggy lid, from way back, but it's ok; I'm not stopping. Skin sags under my punny chin, connecting to pictures in black and white. Their heads slightly toppled backward, as if taken aback, suppressing fear, but it's ok, I will continue. Heaviness the sentence of my stance, grinding hip sockets, a weak abdomen, as if its age had suddenly doubled, but that's ok, I am not backing off from the call....

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Disillusion
We are not the illusion.  Hidden from view, deep in childhood, the night comes with crickets, picnics are set nearby the river, a brick home stands proud in the countryside. When I utter brother, mother, father, I expect to feel them even in the distance, able to pull them closer with a simple wish. But what I got is the awkward, the alien in its own country, many a contradiction of terms. I used to believe, but had to stop....

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