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I've clicked unsubscribe.

The flood of publications drowned my feed,

one after another like droplets filling a bucket until it overflowed,

so I could see nothing else below.

The beautiful, thought-provoking work of writers I admire here

waterlogged, inaccessible, impossible to see

through the murky spillage above

from just one subscription,

and the clog was never worth it.

That button was a snake

clearing the drain and letting everything flow,

so I'm not knees-deep in mindless sewage anymore,

the moldy ramblings of someone convinced the world should listen

when they have nothing at all to say.

My feed is filled with sunshine, curated

and ready to tell me new stories,

the kind that demand to be told

edited, revised, and thought-through,

exactly what it should have been

now the tide's gone out.