Diary of Repair

Morning Missives From Your Favorite City

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Didn’t you read this morning

That North Korea took our provocation of two low air bomber units skirting their oceanic air space- took that as a signal.

Because all signs from this president are meaningless.

And I mean that even to the white supremacists.

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Didn’t you read

Kushner and his EMAILS?!

You didn’t fall for that too, did you?

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Did you read

The Nazi Party of Germany gained 13% control of their Parliament?

Are you still sleeping, dog?

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Did you hear Japan and their quantum computer?

And look at this lumbering oaf in charge

Asleep at the fucking wheel.

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If you want this goddamn planet so much you can have it. Just get me a one way ticket off this godforsaken rock.

Yo! You want your nation that bad? The one whose blood and skin were the same red from the very beginning? The one who confiscates a language built off germanic, romantic, and hellenic traditions? You think we assault your heritage?

We’re never getting off this rock
if you’re up your own fucking ass over your lawn.

pissant cowards.

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“And the meek shall inherit the Earth.”

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How the fuck you gonna lose your desire
For Space?

Bruh.

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Move to California.

What do I do from here?

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I quit writing for a while because I just didn’t have anything left in me. No love nor god to guide me.

On the love end, well. She was off in some other city, having late night LCD Soundsystem nights into her city, riverwalks and city parks strewn from tip to toe in lights, No curfews, no lack of rights.

She said not to take it personally, that she was leaving the city, not me.

But I am this city.
These streets are my streets,
these potholed veins my blood streams
these bars the future haunts-

my
broken obelisk.

This whole goddamn time* reeks,
you know?

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She was abusive,
though in this warped mind I’d argue
she wouldn’t have been if I didn’t let her be
and maybe she just didn’t want me to let her be
anymore.

There seems to be something rotten in that, huh?

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My sister asked why she was here
i didn’t really have much an answer.

“So that we know what bad looks like,
for when I finally find good?”

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hmmm.

 

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*town.

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