distorted
raze
you
sent
me
a
picture
twenty
years
ago
when
you
were
sending
everyone
pictures
of
yourself
.
i
tried
to
memorize
your
face
,
tried
to
make
a
copy
of
an
image
that
was
already
a
copy
of
itself
,
and
what's
left
of
you
now
is
dark
,
curly
hair
.
skin
the
colour
of
almond
butter
.
two
brown
geodes
the
size
of
coins
, themselves
smaller
cameras
, exposing
all
they
saw
to
the
film
strip
of
your
mind
.
how
long
and
winding
a
thing
like
that
must
be
.
mine
is
tangled
and
shredded
from
overuse,
but
it
unspools
to
a
crease
where
the
memory
of
you
lives
,
honed
into
permanence
by
the
loss
of
detail,
a
sepia-toned
secret
.
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...
unhinged
depression
brain
negativity
bias
i
catch
myself
at
it
all
the
time
now
(
meditation
in
action
?)
spinning
stories
about
my
own
worth
,
other
people's motivations
the
fact
is
the
reality
is
probably
a
lot
less
shitty
than
i
make
it
out
to
be
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from