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you are not my favorite person
you are not my favorite person
and I can't call you a friend
you weren't my friend
but
I got you in my head
and I recognize your ways
your antics run me in circles
for days and days
I tell myself that I don't like this
knowing you
going through
and I don't
but I got you in my head
I got you in my head
so there isn't much to do
like a fool
I've gone and chained myself to you
you are not my favorite person
and I can't call you a friend
you weren't my friend
but
I got you in my head
and I recognize your ways
your antics run me in circles
for days and days
I tell myself that I don't like this
knowing you
going through
and I don't
but I got you in my head
I got you in my head
so there isn't much to do
like a fool
I've gone and chained myself to you
Literature
October
I only felt autumn's presence
In October, in Hamburg
A month after she was expected
Crisp leaves, warm light
Geese on the lawn by the lake
And loneliness
Stretching through short days and long nights
Heralds of winter's coming
Shoes worn thin by miles
I wander, a stranger, mute
Head full, heart singing
The love of dark trunks and bright leaves
Untempered by geography
Or language
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Shallow Water
It was just a little kiddie pool in the backyard, unlovely pink-and-yellow plastic under the hot summer sun. But on those nights when Mom came home from the swing shift tired and met Daddy sitting in the kitchen angry, it was Amy’s only sanctuary.
She wasn’t a sound sleeper. Her parents still talked about how it had taken her infant self six months to sleep more than two or three hours at a time. During the school year, when her life was full of classes and friends and sports, it was easier to drop off, but summer nights were always more difficult. They were hotter, for one thing, and the long, indolent, inactive days often left
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Foresight
Debra Mae was an astonishingly good programmer.
Her code always worked correctly the first time, and she never missed a deadline. Her workspace was immaculate, but curiously devoid of personal effects. No framed pictures, no toys, just her small collection of pens lined up according to color and an inbox for the occasional old-school paper input.
Her computer was equally immaculate. Nothing extra on her desktop, no stray icons. If one peeked at her browser history there’d be nothing there but work-related google searches and company stuff.
She dressed neatly but very plainly. I suspected she had four dresses in her wardrobe an
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