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No Way OutThose who do not know me well
Know not what I must endure.
Methinks, therefore, that they should keep
Their opinions to themselves;
For I find it truly exasperating
To hear the thoughtless things they say.
Their misinformed, judgemental words
Ever shock me, shake me, stress me.
I optimistically try to tell myself
That these people "mean well" -
But it's far easier for me to say the words
Than it is to believe them.
You see, some folk like to posit
That I have a choice -
I should not take my medications;
I should use herbs, or prayer instead.
Or worse, they imply (rather rudely)
That it's my fault I'm ill;
Through some vile sin,
Or lack of faith or 'wanting' to be healed.
It is offensive to my soul, and to my ears as well,
To hear such things!
I try not to listen, not to care -
Alas, largely without success.
The cool sting of such inhumane words
Invades my memory;
And like a torturous biting loop,
It replays in my mind.
These people know not how it feels
To dislocate joints, as I do;
WaitingThe country train station proudly does stand
Beside the silvery steel of the rails.
A building most decorative, and rather grand;
Where the style of a long bygone era prevails.
Modern-day people, like folks in the past,
Visit here daily to wait for their trains.
Indoors, the waiting room's warm, dry and vast;
A convenient luxury on days when it rains.
From well before sunrise, 'til late in the eve;
Like clockwork, the travellers' actions replay.
Daily they come, and they wait, then they leave;
As old diesel engines pull their carriages away.
The well-journeyed rails stretch to the horizon;
In two directions, as far as the eye can see.
Like glittering rivers of silver and iron,
They sit beneath sky, and spread across the country.
The station itself can sometimes be busy,
Especially when trains to the city are due.
It can be an ant-hill of bustling activity,
But at other times, it can be quiet, too.
No matter the number of people who wait
For trains to arrive, so that journeys can start;
67%I was a fast learner, as a general rule,
Except for with numbers - they weren't so easy.
I wasn't the best maths student in school;
Due largely to teachers giving up on me.
My pleas were ignored, when I asked for their aid;
They'd already explained to the class, they said.
But I'd not understood how those answers were made;
I was told to re-read the textbook instead.
Unhelpful, frustrating; It messed with my head.
Was I really so stupid, and not worth the time
To explain once again, the parts I'd re-read,
But not understood? It seemed like a crime!
To graduate high school, I needed to pass
With 50% on the final maths test.
Despite the floundering endured in that class,
I studied intensely - well, re-read and guessed.
Not based on method, but rough guesstimates,
Were my answers to questions, as the months came and went.
Don't ask how I did it; I just thank the fates -
For the final exam, I got 67%.
on old sanzu - absolutely true fictionlast fall i stole my friend down by the tama river. we sang. we danced. we skipped dead fish like rocks and watched them get swallowed by the undertow. we got sick off of bad chinese food and went skinny-dipping and then a week later she drowned herself.
her uncle was a yakuza, i think, but he really just wanted to be al pacino or something. anyway, she loved him a lot. maybe that’s why she went down the way she went down; cement shoes. not real cement, but it was the same idea. she had two cloth bags with yellow-painted cinderblocks inside, and they were tied to her ankles like the prisoners’ chains from o brother where art thou.
in my mind’s eye i can see her, limping dreadfully close to the edge of the current, her left hand gripping at her breasts through a loose t-shirt. kneeling by the wastelands, elbows in the gravel, crawling forward out into the water. angry like a dermis under wool, all teeth and salt and sand. sleepy, submissive, sublimated.
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