because I simply know too much. But I do also fear that faeries will entice me into their world and I’ll forget that I shouldn’t eat their food because it looks so good and then I’ll become trapped there forever.
In my first appointment with my beloved former therapist I told her I don’t like to keep a diary because what if my work is published posthumously against my will like Emily Dickinson or Franz Kafka and she went ‘hmm imagined audience’ as she scribbled notes.
Every time I feel an unfamiliar sensation in my body I have to talk myself down from thinking I’m dying but I’ve gotten pretty skilled at beating that one back.
I’m still pretty afraid of ovens to this day after seeing my mom light her hair on fire while pulling a turkey out—TWICE!
Apr 23, 2024
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Feeling scared.
I’m scared of Whole Foods. I’m scared of claustrophobia and of wide open spaces. I’m scared of kneeling on the floor, scared of bleeding and of bruises. I’m scared of research and of door latches and locksmiths and their drills. I’m scared of all the days of the week except for Thursday. At least I used to be before Thursday came and smiled and showed me her claws too. I’m scared of islands and of mountains and of soft sand beaches. I’m scared of trails and of highways and homesteads and high rises. I’m scared of plastic and of metal and shoepolish and crayola tempura paint. I’m scared of sugar and of lemons and plates that spark in the microwave. We used to eat off of Elvis’s face, serve salad on The Kiss, used to kiss on the couch but I’m scared of that too now. I’m scared of factories and farms, greenhouses and your little fire escape. Scared of pencils and switchblades and feather boas, feather dusters. I never knew I was allergic to dust until a week ago when they took my blood and spun it twelve times fast.
Feb 4, 2025
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and I’ve always said that
Jun 1, 2024
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i wrote a poem about this when i was still juvenile in my journey of writing poems but i personify fear like that and it's always nice to personify emotions so that they live in my mindspace BUT what if they turn sentient and AI gets to extract them and make them alive!!!!!
May 9, 2024
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It lends a reflective and wistful tone to written communications imo…
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My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebody—be it a relative or one of my best friends—was to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too 💌
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