Tag Archives: doubt

Second Chances

We do not have second chances. We used them all up on our first try. No repeats, no more attempts. No apologetic phone calls, No drunken, misspelled texts. We are no longer you and I, No longer romancing Our way … Continue reading

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Beyond College

We had such simple aspirations From day one and beyond: Graduate, get a job. Simple. Easy. Realistic. Except no. We studied to be teachers. In Ireland. If you only knew the reality Of what we just put ourselves through. Now, … Continue reading

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How to Adult

Trust me when I say this: Being an adult is fucking hard. There are no easy answers. Everyone just plays their part, The bin man, the tax man, the mail man, The green grocer, the teacher, The builder, the electrician, … Continue reading

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Click

Hide behind your lens And your flash And click your grand visions, If they are all click you have, If they click click are everything. If I click mean… click Nothing. Forget it. click Forget I brought it up. click click Forget about it, I said. click click … Continue reading

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Requisition of the Recognition of the State Exam

In three hours or less you are required, In accordance with tradition, To produce a lengthy manuscript Of material beyond recognition About topics you once studied Too long ago to mention, Based on continuous lessons As that was our intention. … Continue reading

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I’ve Been Waiting

I’ve been waiting for a long time for this, Whatever this is, This thing I’ve been pencilling in each week, Our little appointment, Missed for months, Too close to going on a year. I’ve been waiting and checking in For … Continue reading

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The Answers

Dear Whatever, Things were okay the past week. I mean, really okay. Nobody was a dick to me in the halls. Nobody asked me why I was spending all my time in the library, or why I was reading for … Continue reading

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