A year ago today, one of the students I worked with died. Out of respect I took a few days off posting my poems for napowrimo—because they were about him—knowing and losing him, and because it seemed irreverent to share them. Exploitative, almost. I thought maybe time would make it less so, and that after working on them some I would post them today, but I still don’t feel quite right.
Hopefully I will write something new the next couple days.
Or be back with the great April rewrite by the 17th.
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it is a hard tightrope to walk, that uncertainty of where words honor and where they exploit. I trust that you will always do what feels right to you, and by extension, what is closest to right.