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Mr Spock

Q is a mechanism

he is immortal, he is in space, he causes violence for his own amusement, he is queer

now he just needs a mechanical part of himself

who up losing in they ancient war

I’m visiting family in Montana and I cannot stop thinking about woe.begone

guys im in woe.begone country. glacier national park? no. Sylvester August Baxter country.

my grandpa is a potter and he makes pots with bison all over them and so i cant stop thinking about the american bison.

THERE ARE BEAR IMAGES EVERYWHERE MY SISTER IS SO TIRED OF ME POINTING AND GOING “omg the bear” “look, its mike” “the bear” “hahaha lol ‘i’m the bear’”

Woe.Begone is everywhere. I’ve listened to season 10 at least three times in a week. I want to go to ol’ brush valley, i want to wonder what it is about that place.

The sun bakes the soil.

These days it’s always that way.

Rain? That’s yesterday.

Ways my sister beats the heat:

Ketxup

It’s hot.

The kind of hot that sinks into your eyelashes, weighing them down with your sweat as you take in too much sun.

The hot days never leave.

Stay inside ‘till the AC makes you chilly.

Or go outside, soak up some sun.

Our AC breaks and we get a fan;

Another to join the summer collection on our bottom shelves.

She always forgets to put on sunscreen and comes back in all red. Dad laughs when she hisses at Mom’s touch. Mom applies the aloe-vera cautiously when she yells.

Watch movies in the basement.

(It’s cooler down there)

She gets upset when we turn the tv off for a break.

Mom has ice water for her when she lounges in the living room.

One time she throws a cube or two at me.

I don’t mind, I duck and dash out.

Mom tells me I’m being a tease, stop annoying her.

I laugh with my brother when we get down the hall.

Eat ice cream in the kitchen,

Or with your friends in the town’s square.

There’s a big statue there, A war memorial. We sit in the shade of surrounding trees.

She pretends the people with her are friends.

I drag her away.

She cries when I say we have to get home. Says Mom can wait a little longer. She pouts after I close the door behind her.

Get in the car, get out of here.

Or stay to wait for a breeze.

The ground is always dry here. It was wet back where we used to be, But it’s soaked in the places we’re going.

Sometimes, the days are quieter;

She’s out of the house, Or she’s in a good mood.

But she never leaves.

Just like the hot days.

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“she” refers to my sister in all of the instances it is used

I hate that i feel pain and sorrow and grief and madness for myself and my only instinct is to turn it into a beautiful piece of art.

hi, i really liked ur poem ab ants n ur mom. i have a really complicated relationship w my mom and it just rly resonated with me. thank u for sharing

always here to make poems about mommy issues for people who like it. 👍👍👍

You ever hear that old chestnut about how most people neglect the part of the story of Icarus where he also had to avoid flying too low, lest the spray of the sea soak his feathers and cause him to fall and drown? You ever think about how different the world would be if Icarus died that way instead? If the idiom was to Fly To Close To The Sea? A warning against playing it far too safe, about not stretching your wings and soaring properly? You ever think about how Icarus died because he was happy?

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