“History is a vagina,” my drunk brain thinks. “Damn, what a random and juvenile thing to say, but I should tweet that.” I didn’t tweet that because I knew it would not be good in the long run. Two beats later, another cluster in my drunk brain responds, “yeah, because we all come from it.” …
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Wires and Rhyme
I wrote a lot of poetry in my younger days. Like, a lot. It was my jam. Sometimes there was meter, sometimes there was rhyme, but I considered myself more of a free-verse poet. And most of it was terrible (bad poetry, oh noetry!). But I kept writing — so much so that my friend …