Because I Could Not Text With Death

[mrissa]

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Comments

[anne]

Poem, or documentary? hmmmm

[larryhammer]

Ouch!

In a good way.

[oracne]

Whuf.

[thistleingrey]

Yeah.

[sovay]

Please try your sorrow again.

Send that wherever you would normally first send your poems.

[mrissa]

I don't really have a routine on that yet, I am still figuring it out, but thank you.

[davidgillon]

Ooof!!!

[rezendi]

❤️💔

[pameladean]

Yes, this is precisely the situation. It me, it me, it me, it so many of us. And tied up in all the soulless automation that was put together by people who putatively have souls.

P.

[thanate]

I keep staring at this (I was going to say for days, but it's only been posted for less than two of them); I think it needs to be copied out into the book where I hand-copy poems sometimes.

Still not ok about the deer, in a particularly science-fictional apocalypse way. Not that suburban deer are not their own sort of apocalypse already.

[mrissa]

Well. Me neither.

And thanks.

[vcmw]

oh this is very. yes. that is the feeling and then when I read it I am less alone but also.