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what if i one day askedyouto tell meabout everythingthat is worth being lovedin this world how much timeand how many thingswould pass beforeyou told me aboutyou
how many times has the world endedonly to begin againnext morning it is all so simple:you must live this lifeeven if it kills you resolve nothing elseno matter the year sit in sunlight a little longerhold a hand in your handand do not, i pray,wait for morning it will always comeit will always all begin … Continue reading
have you thought of the seedsyou planted as a child how large the trees have becomehow heavy you cannot carry all the things with youas you grow you must learn to fill your lungs with what was left behind
there is so much hereto wonder atto write onto will into song yes herewhere the oceans will remindthat if you will not become the watersyou will be swayed by the waves yes herein the long stretch of another yawning yearwhere there is no such thing as frigidity:the freeze is just another start yes herein that … Continue reading
There was a death. Two days before, I saw him, head dunked into the carcass of a car. The sun shone on his belly. It played it like a drum. He laughed. I said I would see him a day from then, in another city, under another sky. It was supposed to be sunny then … Continue reading
Today Lola Niburski died and I am sure I am supposed to say something beautiful about it after all these beautiful words I have learned over time like how a dog can feed your warmth like how it can protect the brag of your breath like how it will run with its tongue loose amongst … Continue reading
if i were to tell you about me, i think i’d start with the fact that i used to believe that all airplanes were from italy because of their green and red lights, and that my father once told me the plural of fish was net, and on bright brimming days where i am not … Continue reading
i have been preoccupied recently with measuring the size of all things. for example, my mother’s smile, how the edges of it flutter on the surface of the moon during a spotless night and simultaneously on the bright stage i have walked across during graduation. it is a fascination, a careful, educated observation that all … Continue reading
i am sat down slapped on the back fed beer after beer firmly told that i am a catch there are many women here i am told to look around my belly lurches it is all coming up kacper you will be fine you are fine it is all coming out i return from the … Continue reading
how is it that after all this time i am still here writing these words that have gone no where certainly not to you * cut it out cut it all out remove the phone destroy the mailbox demolish the hydro towers stamp out the flames massacre the pigeons chop off all the hands cut … Continue reading
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