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I mailed a dead guy asking how he was doing and I got a message back that he was okay and I shouldn’t worry about him because he had the dying thing handled but he was worried how I was getting on and told me to focus on living because that decided how you die … Continue reading
where was summer when it is already winter and I can barely remember fall; only shadows of pale mornings and twilights that crackled with frost on the outside of my window blocking everything from my view and my view from everything * As I’m growing up I’m learning from the people who taught me how … Continue reading
I’m at the Venus de Milo though I could be anywhere with eyes fixed to the girls around who make a good name for design and creation and who see me seeing them so maybe later after we talk about art and I finangle fact after fact and I tell them about the smooth back … Continue reading
No stories end happily ever after; they all go on to an unexpected, depraved, wiggling end * The stars are jealous of our light that can wake the mosquitoes who wake the spiders with a buzz and our flesh forming a larger mass of toes entwined and mouths entangled so more mosquitoes migrate to us … Continue reading
Looking at where I used to live, I’m reminded of the fact that I’m dead and new moving along like sheered sheep fur in a suit that doesn’t fit like it used to and hair slicked and proper and eyes faded, hungry, looking at where I used to live but not seeing much life. * … Continue reading
Did we die before or after we were killed like a seed that is made to flower but instead stumps in cement and footprints and voices talking about the plants of spring that haven’t sprung even though it is late in the season and each morning, the dew drowns the world in life * She … Continue reading
It’s freezing this summer and there’s a hope that in the cold we learn to swim with our head floating above the ice or at least higher than the others who didn’t learn the lesson that it is best to better and best of all to be better than that * I’m in the shower … Continue reading
A bird sings songs after a shelling as though the air was still safe and my position in the trench dug out from mud and men wasn’t compromised by the bird’s chattering and its look-looking my way to see if I would attack it though I seem a friend and there’s been so much killing … Continue reading
And you haven’t left yet she tells me, though I’ve missed the beginning bits; and you won’t leave she tells me, though I’ve missed the middle bits; and you can’t leave she tells me, though she missed the ending bits. * What would you be without me I’m asked by a different me who has … Continue reading
I am writing the good book of us at last, long last, longer than our bookends lasted but just as good * The girls wore all that they couldn’t and I wore all that I could to try to get their attention but I was the absence of blindness in light; just another scene scurrying … Continue reading
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