I'm out of the loop.
It's too long since I've been back.
Who are you again?
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This poem was written for Vocal's Snafu Senryu challenge and is inspired by how I feel anytime I go back to my hometown these days...
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Kelsey Clarey
She/Her/Fae/Faer. I live in Nova Scotia, Canada. I mostly write poetry and flash fiction currently, a lot of it fantasy/folklore/fairy tale inspired. I also like to do a lot of fiber arts and design TTRPGs.
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Comments (11)
Hahaha me with the regulars at my job š
That's me to coworkers... "Who are you again?"
That name that's just out of reach. The face that looks familiar but you just can't remember where from. How do you navigate this? With honesty? Oo, that's hard. People like to think they're memorable!
Haha, absolutely relate! šš
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I dare not asked that asked that question for fear of offending someone.
Lol, yeap done this before as well! I have very bad memory!
Hahaha yes! totally relate š¤£š«£
That has happened to me many times. So awkward. nice work
all too relatable! well done, Kelsey!