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I've sunk into a rut.
Tried writing, tried reading, tried running, tried sleeping.
Whatever I do, I get bored.
My Mom tells me this story of one summer day when I was a little,
...

On a bench in Jerusalem,
a woman with a hijab.

Beside her, a man,
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Her clever eyes—humorous lips,
words undulating as waves
not of a vast ocean,
but an evening bath-
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Shackled limbs devoured by
Marine beasts in the
Thunderous waves of
Open sea
...

You sip your coffee,
wave me down.
Polite niceties are exchanged,
oh how things have changed.
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Bored To Tears

I've sunk into a rut.
Tried writing, tried reading, tried running, tried sleeping.
Whatever I do, I get bored.
My Mom tells me this story of one summer day when I was a little,
I cried on the couch because I was bored.
Bored to tears, she said, that's where the phrase comes from.
Be more curious, she told me, there's so much to learn.
So much to know.
But now that I know things, I still get bored.
I know there's more to know.
But knowing no longer interests me, feeling does.
Am I bored from feeling?
One could say that.
After all, feelings aren't limitless like knowledge.
There're numbered.
We learn them all in Kindergarten by naming different faces.
And then we live them, the same feelings, for the rest of our lives.

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