And I probably won't / And I probably will, and I keep feeling little aftershocks of the solitude, like when you turn off the faucet of the bathtub and you watch until that last little wave brims into stillness

Ty to metakuna for the mandate of yapping

Oof sorry to hear that. In that case "clings" might be too on the nose. Though, I'd keep an eye out for that motif of physical contact. What else do gnocchi do in sauce? Swim, slip, slide, tumble...

Wrote about it on my streams page. TL;DR: That was awful. I don't ever want to be in that situation again.

I'm interpreting this poem as a person reflecting on their parent so I might be way off... You can try changing "supports" to "clings (to)", as in a person (gnocchi) noting they're still thinking about their parent and/or upbringing (sauce)

Dinner night as "n"th wheel at the ADHD friend group table is going swimmingly

Squiggle.

I'm obv. biased but I feel like streams.place could work for this (still). IME Telegram mobile feels sufficiently low-friction but YMMV

Streams

A blogging platform built on a chat app.

Is this not your own dreaming, your spinning tapestry, your confabulation? So you've found the others, and you've found me, but have you found yourself? Go: Sail the ocean, dock to dock, and watch when the wind turns your sail all around from the west to the north to the east to the south and

Currently at my dorm at Porter A. I can hear someone playing Ribs by Lorde. Terribly fitting ...