Neil Hilborn Poems

It is impossible to imagine a color you have not seen.

I can't call my mother because she makes me panic.
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The first time I saw her,
Everything in my head went quiet.
All the ticks, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared.
When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you don't really get quiet moments.
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Joey always told me, laughing, as though it were actually a joke, that he wanted to kill himself but it was never the right time.
There were always groceries to be bought and little brothers to be tucked in at night.
Don't worry, Joey isn't gonna kill himself twenty more seconds into this poem; it's not that kind of story I'm telling here.
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