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Dear dear, I want things to be okay. I suppose we all do. We work and eat and shit in order to ensure that our needs are met, our bowels flushed, and our wants achieved in some capacity. Survival is not enough. Okay is. Okay is okay. It is good. It is great. It is … Continue reading
I’m told I have eremophobia which I don’t understand and the psychologist waves his hands to tell me it is a complicated word that means that I am afraid of being alone and I try to say the word that is clunky and poky and rips my tongue out to slip through the gaps in … Continue reading
There are three types of silence: the first is when there is nothing to say and the next is to say nothing and both are said here in the third type which is writing words for her though she’ll never read them * Writing’s an attempt to apologize for not knowing what to say when … Continue reading
I got you now, love, don’t I with a whoops and oppsy-daisy and the eventual hammering of two bodies that weren’t meant to hammer but have done so today until they are nailed atop of each other and the shadows make a cross of the small miracle of a girl’s stomach underneath your finger … Continue reading
Don’t fade into mediocrity I used to tell myself when I was younger and slowly fading Don’t fade into mediocrity do it full don’t stop unless stopping means to do it completely Don’t fade into mediocrity that dead normal that glazed over hump that has water and the promise of survival but is … Continue reading
A man asked “god what would you have me do” And god answered “I’d do as you would” And the man said “I’ve been praying to you my whole life why answer now” And god said “because you needed it” And the man said “or maybe you did” And god said “that’s why you did” … Continue reading
All the cities look the same under the rain and so do I driving the interstate-94 with bugs tired of light and trying to blat it out with their bodies until they find the aerodynamics of my front window and me looking outside it at the lonely road in front with signs of penalties for … Continue reading
She’s looking real good in the jean jacket I got her, arms spread in a hug of fabric and careful consideration of whether the pockets lined with some brown string would be liked or if the metallic buttons would shine but not too bright just so I could be focused on her when I would … Continue reading
Days double in youth and half when old and now I’m in between the constancy of then and then, a scatter of twenty odd years doing a scatter of twenty odd things for a scattering of twenty odd reasons, hoping for days to stop altogether so I can rest or live and not be afraid … Continue reading
The dog moaned with bone and body in the wrong places and it was my job to set them right by taking my friend outside on a sun peached day where clothes wetted the wind and the land waved yellow and the dog winced as I brought it to the field where we had our many … Continue reading
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