Author Archives: nathanbiberdorf

Love Like A Virus

Oh your love Has me in quarantine The only thing The situation’s warranting I feel you in my body, in my blood and in my bones So please shut me up and lock the door and just leave me alone … Continue reading

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Shopping Among the Virus

It’s 9:30 at night, and I’m grocery shopping. It’s my first real shopping trip since the coronavirus panic started to flare up here in the midwestern US. I’m not sure what to expect, other than a dearth of toilet paper. … Continue reading

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You Think You Love Me, But You Just Don’t Know Me Very Well

The first time you met me You told me I was the most beautiful girl in the world And I smiled, but thought little of it Because you didn’t know me yet You would know better in time I tried … Continue reading

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Five-Day Forecast Over The Amygdaloid Nuclear Complex

Depression is a drizzle Anxiety is sleet And anger is a hurricane That whips you off your feet A cyclone speaks of silence The rain relays regret I can’t predict the weather But I know I’m getting wet.

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No More Fecks To Give

I’m feeling frightfully feckless tonight Feckless and reckless and pick-up-the-checkless Loose as the pearls on Bruce Wayne’s mother’s necklace I’m feeling feckless tonight I’m feeling really rambunctious tonight Rambunctious and unctuous and all-full-of-spunktious Let’s start a fight so somebody will … Continue reading

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Impermanent Youth

Do I remain in people’s thoughts As they remain in mine? Or am I on the pile of things They gladly left behind? Do I appear in people’s dreams As they appear in mine? Or have I turned to shadow-play … Continue reading

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Behold, The Tragedy of the Straight White Male

All I ever wanted was to be the victim. I grew up on underdog stories. Religious ones, especially: David and Goliath, Gideon and his army of 300, Jesus of Nazareth, and all those poor, poor martyrs. God, I wanted to … Continue reading

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