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︎︎︎ Selen

︎ Nov 20, 2025

To try to like anything deeper than sex
(unless it leads to that)
just makes me sleepy now. 
My heart's a backward
heading-forward engine 
quieting and cooling.
Heart, be something other 
than a heart 
with its back turned to me.
It grieves me that grief repeated
like a word repeated faithfully
has no sense to it.
Everything blurs except the blurring.
The first day I feel good again
will be like entering this little room 
I've left the lights on in
and passing out, no problem.



Selen lives in San Francisco.

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