Jan 3

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I may yet fall in love again;
another song may yet begin,
a hopeful chorus, lilting verse
or I may yet welcome the hearse
that comes to carry me away
to what may come. I cannot say
that optimism is the right
perspective for the coming fight.

Behold the year…

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I wouldn’t say the year is kindly come;
it sits, a burden on a heavy heart
that dreams of sleep–or, else, of being numb
anticipating all the grief that starts
accumulating, pebbles in a storm
become an avalanche, erasing light,
erasing light and heat. Nobody’s warm
or left with strength enough to care or fight…

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This love is not a cage. She holds her hand
aloft and all the universe, aglow,
unveils itself, a dormant rose from sand
begins to blossom, flawless. Oh, you know
I couldn’t trust my heart. It wore me down
with promises, so crass and bittersweet
I couldn’t trust my lips or tongue–and now
I echo back so…

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Jul 25, 2022

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“the only way out of the labyrinth of suffering
is to forgive.” — john green, looking for alaska

i/
i have crawled
on hands and knees
in the long darkness

shards of glass
embedded in concrete
make for pretty light

(when the light comes)

but leave a number
of jagged wounds…

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Jul 20, 2022

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after Kristin Dwyer’s “Some Mistakes Were Made”

a year is not a long time,
it passes as a prayer;
when they deign to carry on
they come even faster, swear.

a year is not a long time
to heal the wounds we slit
into our calloused hides,
our skin can barely knit…

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Zach J. Payne

(He/They) Ninja Writer. Thespian. Queer. Essayist, poet, novelist.