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I am a masterpiece of self-control, a walking seminar on emotional regulation, a hard-earned PhD in keeping my mouth shut when Brad from accounting explains why he can't use the printer for the seventeenth time this week.
By S. Marcus7 months ago in Poets
It takes practice, this quiet. Years of it. Like calligraphy— but done on the inside of the cheek. A delicate craft,
Light breaks in water, soft and slow, memories stir; an undertow— the sun slips down through fractured glass, its gold turned gray, then ghost, then past.
