march 13th, 2024

this is what was published on the 10th, here.
https://amble.quest/notice/AfhzCKhLrynnNg5Qsi

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+---
+template=post
+title=Small Poems
+style=/styles/post.css
+style=poem.css
+publish=June 16th, 2023
+#Category poetry
+#Tags writing
+---
+[@paragraphs off]
+<p>
+	small poems; here they are! i posted most of them before to twitter, but that's for the birds.
+</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<!-- https://twitter.com/gennyble/status/1669872284360757249 -->
+<!-- in stillness -->
+<pre>
+too much walking
+made these feet real sore.
+but the stillness was mocking
+so i did a little more.
+
+just now a dull ache
+as 've worn away the pain
+we now all understand
+in stillness, there's no gain
+</pre>
+
+<hr />
+
+<!-- https://twitter.com/gennyble/status/1572451953111859203 -->
+<!-- running in the street -->
+<pre>
+i went for a walk tonight but
+	i walked too fast;
+i jogged down the middle of the street and
+	took a stride too big;
+i ran with arms pumping much too hard; i sprinted and
+i lost
+my legs.
+my breath
+left me.
+i hovered—
+i flew.
+</pre>
+
+<hr />
+
+<!-- https://twitter.com/gennyble/status/1648470625999273984 -->
+<pre>
+in which she drank two monster
+(and ten ounces coffee)
+in which she looks for her w-2.
+(well, is supposed to be).
+in which she's lost track of time
+(and her place therein).
+in which she types to you from her car.
+</pre>
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