Change is a trickle
still shell shocked we
search for pricks until
something hopeful comes
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MarPoWriMo 15
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MarPoWriMo 14
That moment when you find
the screws and the missing
hardware for the drawer
behind the drawer
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MarPoWriMo 13
Maybe people buy houses
so they can change everything
in a given structure only after
they realize it is broken
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MarPoWriMo 10
Time is turning
Back the way it ended
Soon all that will be
Left of our memories
Will be all those we lost
We thought would arrive
Sooner than later
In this posthumous age
Incalculable and yet
We try to put a number
On the hugs we have left
Because we know there is one
We just partake in them
Despite not knowing
Where they begin and
Who we will be at the end
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MarPoWriMo 9
This evening I watched
A YouTube rip
Of a DVD
Of a VHS
I remember watching
On television
Son of the silent age
Of maybe eight
Entranced by something
I never thought
Was possible
And surely
Would never
Happen again
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MarPoWriMo 8
History repeats not in the same way
But similar to a rhyming couplet
Never to be resolved decades apart
Just when you think you know the whole story
Revelation peeks behind the curtain
Unexpectedly anticipated
By everyone paying attention to
Intersectional substantiation
Did you really think these legacies would
Be resolved with a sermon or a song
Or that codependent cacophony
Of confirmed media institutions
Simply go along with things as they are
Better to leave to get away and far
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MarPoWriMo 7
Strange to inhabit thoughts as they arose
Twenty years ago on the radio
In the car moving into the future
Have I not listened to this song before
Not in this context which is my age now
Perhaps the age this song was written for
When there is less time to look forward to
Than accounting the ways it has been lived
Which way led to this wayward distraction
The closest distance between there and here
Immediate to this situation
How could these instruments play my feelings
Or construct them as my reality
When I did not know they would play along
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MarPoWriMo 6
It is difficult
Not to be
Oddly specific
About what we
Were doing
A year ago
Because of
Its all of a
Sudden ceasing
We remember
The trivial
Aspects the most
The frozen pizza
From the empty
Supermarket
After the movie
Now we quote
From the director’s
Commentary
We almost
Know by heart
Eyes open
At the beginning
Eyes close
At the end
Same as each day
In between
So many ghosts
Trembling
Where we should be
Joshua Keiter 