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Thankful

I used to write poems. I don’t so much anymore, but I used to write juicy, angsty poems to the beats in my head. Now, sometimes, I write tiny ones, or silly ones. But here’s one I just found from an old blog post that I wrote right after studying in Denmark, and I feel it still, ten years later.

thankful —
there’s a word i can’t
pin down.
like creeley said: “god shed his grace on thee–
how abstract is that fucking fact.”
how do you say,
in any language,
may i never forget
what i hated to learn.
thank you for this pain,
thank you for this day.