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Toe the line

October 25, 2020 by David Horton, posted in poetry

Some illness

is shy, stays

hidden from

view, makes no

fuss. Gout grabs

you by the

throat and then

demands full

attention.

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Hammering on the mind’s door

“I think we are well-advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind’s door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were.” Joan Didion

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