The View from Halfway Down

This poem isn’t mine, I am sharing it. Credit goes to the show Bojack Horseman. Secretariat steps up onto the stool, ready to perform. “A poem. Original, obviously. It’s called ‘The View from Halfway Down.’” He cleared his throat and shifted the pages in his hands. The weak breeze whispers nothingThe water screams sublime HisContinue reading “The View from Halfway Down”

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1AM

Its 1AM right now, as I write this, and I have achieved peak comfort. In my bed and wrapped in my favorite blankets.Yellow with flowers and leaves, since childhood.Blue with teddy bears, also since childhood.Weighted and multi-colored in patches, since Christmas.And lastly, thin and tan. Not mine, I stole it. I’m about to eat someContinue reading “1AM”

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