I’m enamored by this idea of poetry watching, yet mostly, I forget to keep up with it. I’ve got earbuds in. I’m consuming content on the way to the grocery store instead of consuming my life
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I want to practice listening. I want to take in the world around me. I want to be painfully aware, attuned to people’s words, picking up their tone, imagining what their life is like. I want to hear happiness in their voice, I want to detect sorrow. I want to remove the earbuds and listen.