Receipts from AOL Instant Messenger (15)
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Enter new Away message:
// LOVE ME 0R HATE ME //
Y0U STiLL CAN`T ERASE ME !!
<3
AiGHT ONE1
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1 aight one (v.):
After we moved to Northfield, my OCD took permanent residence inside my nine-year
old brain: my master
Instructed me to confess to my parents each time I thought about sex. My early
entrance into puberty
Guaranteed my obedience. My master warned that if I didn’t follow orders, Thakur
would kill my family. Ma & Baba
Had taught me that Thakur knew all—including every filthy thought inside my mind.
They demanded I pray to
Thakur & beg for Hindu forgiveness. Even Ma’s chokehold could not match my master’s
tourniquet. At least I have
One good child left. Ma ordered Dada not to talk to me, the contaminant. My parents lit
oil lamps & asked why Thakur
Now cursed them with a first-generation disappointment: my kid brain & I were too
repulsive for rehabilitation. OCD
Etched its architecture inside the walls of my skull—my master crafted every neuron
into a controlled demolition.
Enter new Away message:
// LOVE ME 0R HATE ME //
Y0U STiLL CAN`T ERASE ME !!
<3
AiGHT ONE1
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% d = Current Date
% t = Current Time
After we moved to Northfield, my OCD took permanent residence inside my nine-year
old brain: my master
Instructed me to confess to my parents each time I thought about sex. My early
entrance into puberty
Guaranteed my obedience. My master warned that if I didn’t follow orders, Thakur
would kill my family. Ma & Baba
Had taught me that Thakur knew all—including every filthy thought inside my mind.
They demanded I pray to
Thakur & beg for Hindu forgiveness. Even Ma’s chokehold could not match my master’s
tourniquet. At least I have
One good child left. Ma ordered Dada not to talk to me, the contaminant. My parents lit
oil lamps & asked why Thakur
Now cursed them with a first-generation disappointment: my kid brain & I were too
repulsive for rehabilitation. OCD
Etched its architecture inside the walls of my skull—my master crafted every neuron
into a controlled demolition.
Source: Poetry (October 2021)