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Oddly — being instructed on how to feel is not helpful. Not even.

Jill Strehl
Oct 29, 2023

Beatifically bleating into another’s depressed face is like demanding they respond instantly, rise like a souffle.

They grin stupidly into our abyss, waiting for the feel-good payoff.

Their sharp elbows catch on our raveled sleeve of care as we wipe wet eyes widened in dull horror at the oven door knocked open.

Souffles are predictable.

-J

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Jill Strehl
Jill Strehl

Written by Jill Strehl

"We turn on each other for what we are not. I fear that more than the empty room." -J

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