What will happen between the thinly stretched layers of
a thinly stretched family the crustose lichen,
when the elders will have died?
KENT:
A sovereign shame so elbows him: his own unkindness,
That stripp’d her from his benediction, turn’d her
To foreign casualties, gave her dear rights
To his dog-hearted daughters, these things sting
His mind so veomously, that burning shame
Detains him from Cordelia.
King Lear, Act IV, Scene III
I imagine you,
standing right in front of our same-aged relatives
and asking where to go from here.
You have a strained look ’round your eyes.
And you are serious with that it must be solved and tried.
The function of the elbow joint is to extend and flex the arm grasp and reach for objects.
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And I am like, am just like
let it die down late the blackberries,
please.
You do not have to be the first
snow in the nightly night good lord knows how.
I imagine you,
casually standing in that same Sisyphus’ place.
The cycle is
familiar song the strange bird in a mindful.
Elbows rest upon the table, carry trays, and bend and stretch to throw a basketball. They end up in bellies, need months to heal when fractured. It is as if they exist but they only do when they don’t.
Please do not push yourself too hard.
Who will appreciate it?
For we reap what they have sown,
a bond too deep, bent for too long.
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