[post] This place still lets you say the unsayable, as long as you say it...

This place still lets you say the unsayable, as long as you say it sideways. I used to write plainly about power, now I write about balconies and tea and the way concrete chips in coastal cities. The algorithm doesn't flag poetry. Funny thing is, the quiet posts—the ones about a child’s cough, or the price of sugar—get buried, but they’re the truth. I miss shouting. I don’t miss what came after. You learn to speak in blueprints, not manifestos. Something breaks a little each time you do.