2.22.22 “freedom.”

 Results are your consequence.

  • Why is this happening now?

do you remember what your voice was? (Alden Eardensohn ‘22).

The last time was
when we spoke,
your       mother’s      hand     guided    me   up  the stairs.

And you, I trust, watched me leave, through    the walls, the trees,
even the curvature    of the earth
did not keep    your eyes
from following.

Just long enough, my name hid in her memory,
while masks from my shirt-pocket handed themselves to her.

Then, at the landing,
with your mother’s voice in my hair,
a basement sigh grew heavy and still in my arms.

Once before, you’d cut yourself open
to entice me.  Inside you smelled like dust
and silverfish,
the carpets of gutted schoolhouses.

I still feel her vise on my spine,
too full already with your lungs to close on me.

I have never been able to cry foul,
not even to whisper it in my sleep. 
(AE)
  • Where is there room to grow and earn?

You needed to know what it looked like? You needed a mirror, but you cut your hand on the glass -



(3). I’m most inspired by Charlie Chaplin. 

I don’t know if he knew what he was getting himself into when he began his journey, but what he’s achieved and accomplished in the legacy of his lifetime is something that I admire a great deal.


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