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I’m not just trying to
be this “rant poet”
there is so much more
but I’m well aware
that this world I’m born
into is a sticky one
and that labels
get thrown on you quick
and so it’s the
writer or poet’s thing
to apply her own labels
as many as possible
and defy all that

this is
not so much an internet cafe
as it is a few
tables lined up

audio on a page
someone starts playing
really loud
and it starts looping
really obnoxious

I am filled
with good life
and noticing all
the little details
kids are having
birthdays
and I realize that
this Saturday marks
an occasion
that does, yes,
make me sad
but I won’t
venture into it

keep things
upbeat positive
yep!
hop hop

this Thursday
I’m walking in the sun
to lunch

I want some news
some connection to the
outside world

people’s worries
are on Russia…