If it takes two to tango,
Then I must be the hammer to your anvil,
The apple to your mango,
The pan to your handle.
You’re the pictures on my mantle,
The flaming wick in a candle,
The bones in my ankle.
Have returned to wrangle,
And some things are scrambled,
But let’s not untangle,
Over just one scandal,
We’re not in shambles,
And it would ruin the preamble.
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I edited this piece pretty heavily subsequent to publishing it. A friend told me it “didn’t feel finished” upon reading it, which spurred me to make revisions and extend it too.
It’s hard to hear something that you don’t want to.
Ever baked brownies? If you’ve never baked before, it seems pretty counterintuitive to put salt in them, but anyone whose neglected that one step can tell you it’s just not quite the same.
Criticism, if it’s from a genuine place, is never unwelcomed. To offer guidance is an act of kindness, even if the words themselves sting a bit.
Bad can be good, and good can be bad, doesn’t that mean they’re related? Doesn’t that mean they’re more similar than their surfaces suggest?
Dual dynamic, dyadically-divided, concentric-contrailed comets.
Binary– but also not.
This is yin and yang.
What looks like a Pisces is really a Gemini.