look at that picture of Angie, after she lost all that weight.

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picture your bedroom from childhood. now imagine your strolling through the rest

of your life and just consider how vivid the details your picturing are. Faces slowly flow in.

Your introduction to heartache at a party with men in lettered sweaters. The first poem

you wrote, post crisis; influenceable chapters like that gang that gathered to talk of how

war was a kind of hatred. When we are too young we (you, I)  are just petty, prisoners

to another's inky fluid of pileus deliquesces. And when someone wrote on your loose leaf

folder that you loved Joanne, you hid the love word with your forearm. Denial functions

as a sort of freedom from all things inobservant. Forty years in the future, the stint

holding open the same artery to the same ignorant heart burst open. But by then

the novelty of life has worn off. And you die.

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[writing mojo]

it's as if you tap into the psyche of sit com constituents
and pop charted demographics, vital live source at TV soul of it
it, being the picture shown future through 3-D lens red and blue
where was the white in the note books underneath the bed, written
to keep the static exasperated from noise, the scratch and sniff abeyance
smells of pancakes and fried banana on tectonic plate full
beginning to advance..glacial in your way of explaining the romance of youth..Dana always stunning in your presentations

[Terpsichore]

Zero to three score year and ten in a hundred and fifty three words, (and yes, I counted.)

Sheer genius! T

[Ed Hart]

you have a surgeon's way with your words, laying back the skin that hides the world, and saying 'see, this is what this is like, and this other thing over here is that'...i haven't used the word 'Grok' in so long, i think i wont...

[Beccy]

Just imagine if you had no memory; the first poem you wrote would be your last, and all and everything that became your life, would never happen. Now that WOULD make both the stent burst open and the novelty wear off.

Beccy.

[Delmar Cooper]

Sometimes it is hard to believe the heart you have is the same one you had then. Incredible.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wonderfully done...look at you now?
after all those years of being judged for all your faults and imperfections, and the yearbook says.
"most likely to hate herself at the end of her life, like she does now"

anyway...my weird interpretation...enjoyed the thoughtful read.

jacob