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Exactly

Disembark the 1 at 72nd

2 to Times Square

step off, turn to the right for the N.

I get into a rhythm with my grief.

I get in a rhythm with Not My President posts.

No, this can't be true, these headlines

I bleed what is happening to me,

to our country.

I have to eat dinner.

I will take a bath in my blessings and

get dressed in gratitude

 

 

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Saturday

Standing on the R with my coffee.

How can you chit chat,

strangers?

You bought three sweaters for work

and aren't second-guessing yourself.

"They weren't that expensive.

I have so many fur coats."

you you you

me me me

At work,

escape into the bathroom,

try and breathe.

 

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