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Threaded Thoughts


Lately, I’ve been thinking of cliches.

The significance of small things.

My right eye twitching in the morning.

The excitement a new toaster brings,

& the smell of Boston’s musky streets.



The world is a sad place, and I think about that a lot.

It’s why I stopped writing as much,

Part because the only thing I can write about is the ache,

And that gets old.

Part because there is already too much sadness in this world

And I don’t want to add more baggage.


On my walk home this evening,

The homeless man with a broken leg asked for cereal,

When I expected “Mexican”, “spare cash”, or even “a cigarette”.

But these luxuries we take for for granted,

And the so-called unfortunate value what we happen to overlook.


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