#96

#96

The thing that angers me

About the submas fandom,

Is how a man breaks down

At the lost of another

His twin brother in black.

Because, of course two brothers

Equal one man and not

Two twins equal two men

I am angry at submas

For determining that a worth

Is dependant on another person

And not your own self.

"I am Emmet," he introduces

Not "I am a twin,"

Not "I am Ingo's half,"

Not "I am actually Emmingo,"

Just repeats "I am Emmet".

Loss is hard, he'll know

And grief clings to you

Like vines, and wither slowly

They will remain with sorrow,

But bring in fond memories

Of a past time of two

Whole brothers who loved the

Same things and loved the

Differences between their halves. But

Emmet is always Emmet. And

Ingo is always Ingo. Stop

Trying to diminish their worth.

Thank you.

Also since I'm posting serious™ quality content right now...

SPOOPY SPARING SPELLINGTONS SPOUND SPIVERS DOWN UR SPINE. SUPER SPARING SPELLINGTONS WILL SPELL OUT UR DOOM TONIGHT!

Mahmoud Darwish, A River Dies of Thirst

it's Tuesday again

and you're still gone

we are all clad in black

singing memory eternal

under the eye of St George

at our separate kitchen tables

a candle burns for you

and you are eternal

as our grief

I hope you know

even if you couldn't

slay all your dragons

you were a warrior too

Three Point Five

Words brew inside and

Yet, they aren't complete,

so I wait with them.

Collect the pieces of this

Scattered mind, mind the

Marbles under footfalls

Fragile friend mind the

Pavement, I say to myself—

We work together until

We don't, the meat and

The mind are mind over

Matter but my matter never

Minds and so the blue light

Flutters like a swallowtail

In December drinking my

Blood, tiny feet stomping

On the wound of a brain

That doesn't

Quite work