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Real Talk at the Crow Bar Moon
New Moon September 22, 2025
My garden, my life, my poems—
a planned disorder
—Stanley Kunitz, undated journal entry
Practice for last wrongs
go askew, go awol, get out
roll dank tobacco, wear one oily sweater
bewildered by ones body
leer at jets pregnant roar in nimbostratus
call like you belong to the local murder
knock for relief on strangers’ socials
demanding a podcast or a dm
with someone who has never lost their mind
pretend at ease
feign unafraid
mask despair
crack these anonymous eggs
into the panoramic x-ray
of a protein-rich breakfast
talk about yourself
as a kind of being
unmet until the meal
was nearly done.
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