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Self Help
I enjoy this
fantasy where my cells
are a trillion mirrors
of my dysfunction,
ego, illness. They inter-
act on a generational,
familial level. The fight,
make up, the closure
is how my body breaks
& mends
& it is never over.
How to Make Hay
Your bees are humming their golden hymn:
Work hard.
Shit gold.
Tattoo one line at a time across your knuckles—
alternating, stacked, flipped—
every time you forget.
You will end up with an illegible mess.
This is ok.
It will become beautiful.
There will be pain and scars.
This is ok.
It will get easier.
About the Author: T.K. Edmond is a Fort Worth, Texas writer, musician, and graduate student in English at the University of Texas at Arlington. T.K. is interested in dramaturgy, beauty and cruelty colliding in Texas, and general conceptualism. Work published in 2022 can be found in Strukturriss, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Broad River Review, The Minison Project, and Abridged.
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