Spinster

short-shorted piggy-bunned riding that baby blue bike through the grass fronts of small business and edges of town on a monday day. — no one knows you’re 27. pedophiles eye you, suspiciously, that you know how traffic functions.

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Addiction: Middle Management of Capitalism

exertion charred lungs feel good after branding, though spin class is actual hell. endorphins, you are not booze or coffee, but you are okay [for now] — suddenly there is so much more to do. Not addiction constrained to certain locations everywhere is a place to be; my body, unhooked from IV free to explore.…

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“oh, They Must Be Masturbating”

My actual thought if I see someone is: -sitting alone with sunglasses on in a parked car at any park, -sitting alone in a hotel hottub, -me, -peewee herman. — i just left a sweat mark on a brick wall, a brick mark on a sweat back, and not even from anything fun.

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Depressive Isolation Alternatives

Write and publish a poem No one likes But you. sit outside a coffee shop and laugh at a baby learning how to use their arms. Go to noodles n company and bawl publicly about the tragic life and suicide of a woman you saw yourself in. drink a cold beer at a park while…

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humanizing trees etc.

the attractive hipster moms with their three year olds at the park disapprove of my adult use of the tire swing. they should be matching me on tinder, but instead chat about wiping kid asses, complain about husbands who don’t know where their clits are [and wouldn’t know how to touch them even if they…

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oversight: daily prompt

I understand Now. We were On Limited-time Subscription Your park is closed. Indefinitely. But Here i am Still walking Around Your outsides Trying to Peek through Into you I know you Are in there. Behind the chains And the Padlocked gates Sad man In my coffee-shop Everything Is off In you now. You have gone…

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