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Loss
Somuch
So much loss
how am I still standing
friend, wife, father
all in the span of a presidential term
So much soul
lost
so many pieces
Pieces removed
during a life of attrition
adversity enters:
Oh, my bad, I’ll come back later
how much does adversity cost?
Attrition is cheap
labor
a sloooooow drip
draining
how much more soul?
Thank you for reading. I chose to publish this piece unedited, as is (hence the typo in its subtitle), because it was written in a novel state by my practices; I was under the influence — rum to be exact.
Ironically, I was drinking in celebration of completing a Sonic Youth review draft in one sitting, publishing soon in New Noise Magazine. And for some reason my mind decided to take an inventory of shitty events that rocked me the past four years, generating a “so much loss” misery mantra.
Also contrary to the piece’s somber tone, I’ve actually been riding good vibes lately in life. I guess the rum wanted to liberate excess pain from my vessel. Lastly, for the record, the “friend” and “wife” referenced in this piece are alive and kickin’ ass in their arenas.
Stay powerful!
