Jul. 12th, 2012

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I'm working on a couple of essay-type posts, one on neologisms (in qualified support of, actually, so there) and one on something a little knottier.

But today I have already cried thrice and am just...tired. So I wrote a poem to process my feeeeeeeeelings.

Luckily I asked for tomorrow off, and will have a long weekend of writing, going to see Beasts of the Southern Wild, hanging with cats and friends, and being someplace lovely, my loft. This will help, as dayjob has been oppressively busy and it's been hard to cadge good writing time.

By all means, skip the poem under the cut. For some reason I feel compelled to post it, perhaps to undermine (totally flout), the rule that says we should only show our happiest most successful selves, emotionally speaking, on the internets.

sad poem is sad, mostly )

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