909

909

A Poem by Everett Dulin

the angels whir
relentlessly
from the modem box
                               
they wont stop
                              
the veins in my neck
hold me
into the net
                               
i need your memory
                             
preprogrammed reactions
viscerally
rip me out
                             
dont leave
                             
they promised
a part of you
the angels
                               
please

© 2024 Everett Dulin


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Added on December 1, 2024
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Everett Dulin
Everett Dulin

Worcester, MA



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I finally sat down to write an actual about me, it's crazy, I'm crazy. No, I'm Nineteen. Hello, I'm Everett. I like to write about cycles and water. I've been fortunate enough to have a terrible u.. more..

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