Breaking up with the past

In my dreams I time travel Into the dark reaches of every mistake, I’ve made. Jumbled characters perform outrages stunts. I lie in bed suspended on clouds of worry. I apologize for my younger selves, Misinformed, wild-eyed with hope. I trace the paths that led me awry. The missteps of understanding. Misunderstanding my steps. Until […]
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Published on March 21, 2024 12:55
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Abbe Rolnick
Quick morning writes that begin before the sun rises and while my partner sleeps.
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