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Mechanized Motion

COHORT 6

Verse 1

My shadow is suddenly

My best friend and a stranger

I’m trying to build the courage

Don’t want to turn my shoulder

Every smile a crescent moon

Every embrace an artifact

My life feels like a sitcom

My voice becomes the backing track 


Prose Interlude

At night, with my parents across the wall on the phone with my

grandmother, who was wailing in the loudest, saddest way I had

ever heard, I asked myself if I would rather be buried or burned

to ashes, in case I were to die soon, which made me feel like I

really was going to die soon. 


Verse 2

They call loneliness a choice

But I can’t help but wonder

If it’s a choice to accept

What you never wished for

There’s an ocean across the street

Footprints don’t stick in the sand

Cotton clouds hang close in the sky

The ocean is a well of loneliness


Bridge

I hoard memories like shattered stars

Slack jawed, ears stuck to my fingers

Carpe diem’s got a hold of me

But this time the sunset lingers

Dimples turn to fault lines

Damn I’m getting older

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