wrong values always praised the grades and the salaries and always numbers but numbers cannot capture the heart beating underneath them so infinitely more important but paved over and swept underneath rugs behind the dinner table while they say they're proud of me because of the grades in school and career paths and other ways they measure me without knowing me or at least without knowing very much important while the peas slip off my fork like they never mattered at all I want to slip out from underneath these expectations and duck behind my name my reputation whatever it is I'm supposed to uphold I want to leave it here beside the polished silver and run to stand somewhere where I don't stand so tall but stand with feet dug more deeply
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We Are Drowning, How Should We Kill Our Time?
PoetryThis collection of stream of consciousness prose was written during a very special time in my life. I left the city following a massive burnout, and lived in the country for months. I began a garden, cut most of my ties to the outside world, and wro...
