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I Don’t Cry Anymore
My eyes have been dry for such a long time, sandy beaches, suddenly deserts. The sun sets as I settle in your lap, dry eyes, with no tortured tears, deep in a trance, hypnotised by how you hold me, so soft, so secure.
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You Can’t Fuck A Flag
The high street is six feet under, with some petrol garage flowers trodden into the dirt above her face. I am waiting for the Daily Mail’s daily reminder that I am to blame, for being a millennial, who never shops, is sick of renting, and has the blood of dirty immigrants running through her veins.…
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Stop Saying “Never Again” If You Don’t Intend To Protect Jewish People From “Again”
Today is Holocaust Memorial Day. It is a grey Wednesday, wild winds tousle my hair, as I avoid the rain, doom scrolling the daily news, and all the daily views of my peers. Many are lighting candles, meekly making promises like “Never again” “We will stand with them” but a part of me wonders, with…
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We Did Everything That We Could
His face is full of lines. He says a line, as he frowns, down towards the podium. His voice, meek and mousy “I am deeply sorry.” Not sorry enough to have brushed his hair, of course, because the cringe dad brand comes before all else. Not sorry enough to have halted the brakes on the…
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I Made Coffee
I sat for five minutes with my hands wrapped around a cup of coffee. The warmth reminded me of you, and I thought about the first one you would drink in the morning, slowly finding yourself back in the world, awake, as dawn breaks, warmth in your hands as you drink and watch the foxes…