poisonpoet
@poisonpoet.bsky.social
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•She/her/dude •B/g pic: mountains & marina. Trees & buildings between. •I spin on the circle of wave upon wave of the sea.-Pablo Neruda (Profile pic) •In hospice Stage IV cancer. Likely to come off as parasocial. More like a dog at dog park. W/o sniffing.
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"The past, were I to type it up, would look like a disaster, but regardless of how it ended we all had many good days."--Tom Lake/Ann Patchett.
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upbeachbum.bsky.social
Stunning. The Hunter's moon is catching the last rays of sunlight as it starts to rise above the Stonington Peninsula on the northwest corner of Lake Michigan. #906Life #PureMichigan
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Thank you for reading it.
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I collect eyeyores. You are welcome in my 1000 Acre Woods.
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cosmicclau.bsky.social
slightly eerie cloudy and grey neither hot nor cold with the gentlest of breezes just like the weather in my dreams
A grey and cloudy sky and a tree with very little foliage
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Aww. Gee. Thank you.

Right back at you.
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Thank you for reading all that!
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😉 I'm unlikely to become significant.
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I just realized that my stepfather took a nap every fuckin day, but it was never ok to be tired in that house. It sounds the same to the leaves and the deer this month, this year.
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he forgot we even had it.

I imagine a lot of people feel they are there right now, fallen off. Dry. A pile of leaves in the forest. It's a metaphor done before & you can follow it to trunk or tree & make it yours. We all get tired.

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My husband, tired from life errands, is morning-napping, having forgotten one of the last times he picked up groceries for us, I ordered him/us/mostly him, 24 packs of beef ramen, not chicken, because I love him, but it's bad for his blood sugar, & I give him side-eye when he eats it &

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And there is more I could say about twigs I hear, SNAP, the sales I don't see, and between my younger sister & me, one of the small ways we say "I love you," is "Here is some money. Buy meat."

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Outside my apartment this morning, it was chilly & I enjoyed it. When it warmed, people rushed around, doing errands. In three days, the temperatures will drop 20°, but more, I'm hearing, in conversations, underlying urgency.

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The night before last, the weatherman said our area had a "perfectly average" day. I'm no historian. Maybe that's true, looking back over all the years. It didn't feel perfectly average to me.

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Growing up listening for the way the car sounded pulling up the driveway after a night at the bar was a survival skill like listening in the woods for hunters, knowing when to be tensed for fight/flight to come or just another starry night.

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This is the long one & post 7 is where it becomes more widely relevant if you get that far:

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They are all so good.

Kiss of Life? Yeah.
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You know that all those birthday cakes will be remembered as part of you. My mom made all of ours. They were mostly baked, frosted, & served in a 13×9 NordicWare, w/ the snap-on metal lid bc layer cakes took too much time. Writing "Happy Birthday" was the hardest & she almost always messed it up. 💝
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Oh, my. My deep, rolling veins just dove a few more inches at the very thought. -shudder-

They must be brave as well as delicious.
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Oh, the hurt Bumpy feelings!
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You know. All over. SMH.