Meine Lieblings-Narben

My Favorite Scars are not
from those who loved me dearest,
nor those who held me closest,
but from the ones who taught me the most.

The ones I left…
The ones who left me…
The ones who built me up
before burning down my world.

Because every scar I carry –
every blemish, bruise, and burn –
is married to a memory
and linked to a lesson.

You helped me grow,
inspired me,
and called me out
on my bullshit.

Meine Lieblings-Narben,
I hold you close to my heart.
and treasure all that we have shared –
the good times, and the bad.

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Public Servant announcement

You look down on us
as redeemers and saviors,
and people worship you
as prophets and messiahs.

But when was the last time
you dressed in worn-out clothes,
lived from paycheck-to-paycheck,
or worried about making a rent payment?

When was the last time,
every step wasn’t choreographed,
every word wasn’t teleprompter-tested,
and every action wasn’t polished to a superhuman shine.

You spread sweetened words,
hoping that we’ll love you,
hoping that we’ll lift you up,
hoping that we’ll make your dreams come true.

You’re called public servants,
but you only serve your own ambitions,
and all your empty promises
won’t put the world to rights.

But maybe I’m just too jaded,
maybe I’m too judgmental,
or maybe I’m just too damn tired
of watching what all of you are doing to our country.

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Thunder dancer

I shake the world
with every step.
Creating, destroying
with every step.

You hold your breath
with every step.
Your heart in your throat
with every step.

The world goes still
with every step.
A torrent of applause,
with that last step.

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The night shift

I reach into the darkness
before I remember that you’re gone,
and it’s like losing you all over again.

Because as hard as the days are,
I can manage.
But the unprotected nights
are the worst.

Because my walls are down,
and I miss you,
and I want you back,
I can’t live without you –
but I have to.

So piece-by-piece,
and tear-by-tear,
I rebuild my life
in a lonesome 3:00 am bed,
and promise myself in vain
that this will be the last time I break.

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Coffeeshop consent

An idle afternoon dream,
the explosion of a future
from across the room.

The feel of your skin,
the taste of your lips,
the long years stretching out
by your side.

But dreams are for dreaming,
and the waking world
is far more complicated.

Do you already have someone?
Would you welcome my attention?
Would asking be too bold,
or am I not being bold enough?

But you don’t even look at me –
you haven’t this entire time –
and in that realization

I have my answer.

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Notice (a response to 152 by Shane Koyczan)

1 in 5 tells a story, and it doesn’t seem like much until you start scaling it up:
20 out of a hundred…
200 out of a thousand…
1.46 Billion out of the 7.3 Billion people living today…

They’re a minority, it’s true.
4 out of every 5 don’t doubt or despair,
don’t travel to the darkest of places,
where they don’t see a way out.

But some days
people win the lottery –
the one that no one wants to win –
and they get to be 1 in 5.

Some days I’m lucky,
and I get to be 1 in 5 too.
Some days I’m luckier,
and I get to be one of the 4 in 5.

Today I’m not the 1,
but today is the one
when I need to point out the 1
so that 4 out of 5 people

Notice.