i need bigger eyes.

There are times when I wished my eyes were bigger, so that it would take more time to fill with tears. I realized the other night, I was involuntarily making my eyes wider whenever the tears would well up. When I succeeded in staring at the ceiling long enough for the incriminating fluid to dry up, I realized my nose started to run. There really is no winning here. And then you start to notice when everyone else tries to hold back their tears. The shiny eyes, the oddly placed expressions, like they were just put on uncertainly, not quite one expression or the other.

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I learned the value of redemptive tears a long time ago. Now I figure everyone else just has to learn to cry with everyone else.

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Work is neverending.

The Nose in Nostalgia

How quiet it seems
when certain scenes
of the not-so-ordinary everyday
emerge
into a slow,
memory-stained hue.

The scrape of a chair
pushed aside,
re-entering
the smell of coffee,
and thinking,
I used to write poems here.

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Too busy to blog, but my head swims with thoughts. More like twirls around in a vertigo. Took advantage of a few moments while waiting for my teammate before a meeting to scribble a few lines.