I feel about mail (unless it's an obvious fun card or letter) the way Dorothy Parker felt about the…

Those chest heavings, ah, the slight twinge of agony in the belly as you sink with the exhale. Flipping through the unopened mail: how is this not catastrophe? The unopened — code for pressures — varying intensities but always towards compressing the lungs: expulsion without exorcism. That son…
Sing Your Sighs: A Prose-Poem
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Jenine Bsharah Baines
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Nov 24, 2021
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I feel about mail (unless it's an obvious fun card or letter) the way Dorothy Parker felt about the doorbell. What fresh hell is this?
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Written by Jenine Bsharah Baines3K Followers
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J…Jen…Jeni…Jenine... Proper names are poetry in the raw. (W.H. Auden) Poet, singer, seeker, hippie grandmother gleefully revealing herself
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