Sell

I never drank around my older brother, not despite his

urgings, his express wish to see me drunk, ostensibly to

see me more relaxed, more myself. But because. He tried

to sell me on inebriation. I resist all hard sells,

as selling me the proverbial bill of goods. High pressure

is only needed for such terribly wrong ideas. I have

other people in my life that I will never drink around.

Because I do not trust them to be responsible. Others, well,

I would never feel a need to hide any corner of my soul from.

Trustworthy people don't ask to be trusted, no need to.

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6 comments:

Blogger LJ said...

Zhoen...I really like this style you're writing in. The simplicity and clarity. I haven't commented much lately, but do read.
And I love "Uke Babe."

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Blogger zhoen said...

100 words exactly, trying to post every day of October. A personal challenge. A prod.

In November, it will be old photos, since I'm doing nanowrimo again.

16:03  
Blogger Poor Mad Peter said...

OOps. And here I thought you were still One Word. Lj is right: great discipline, like the Victorian poets who wrote poems in the shape of their subjects (e.g: Queen Ann's Lace, or a key).

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Blogger Pacian said...

Trust me, this style is pretty nifty.

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Blogger Udge said...

I feel so dumb. I noticed the way recent posts were divided into distinct sections, but thought that it must be a strange kind of poetry. I counted syllables, I tried to find homonymic line ends, but it never occurred to me simply to count the words.

Great work, this is a wonderful new way of writing. More please!

16:24  
Blogger zhoen said...

Honestly, I'm getting tired of counting. I put the lines like that, in ten word sequences, to make it easier. The poems, I originally put the number below each, then added up.

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