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i will admit that this writing is no good and the bits before were worse. this is the most i can do now: admit again, repeat it once more, spit out that i am worried i have dried. it didn’t take long. first, i could not hear the slow shadows tickling toes. then the language … Continue reading
here in the small stop of your love, i tried to know your sorrow. how many deaths could you take in a day? what made you stumble forward into the sun? you’d sit molting on old animal leather and i’d whisper that i had help in my hands. not much, you’d remind. on weekends, it … Continue reading
near naked on nights very much like this i am reminded that sometimes i still wish you were around. all wrong again, dressed in a sloppy death, telling me that the moon wasn’t so far away if you just closed your eyes to forget where it was, that there was a way to bridge the … Continue reading
i think i am supposed to tell you i am sorry, but i forget the words. not what they are; how to say them. where the b doesn’t look so pregnant with desire and the i isn’t disconnected from a circle that includes you. there i am, on the outside, a crescent moon birthmark on … Continue reading
you said that he was love, that he was tough too, that he would teach you the soft poetry you could use in a knife fight. there was some blood. it was inevitable of course. he was a dog person. big pit bulls. those that would bark at you but coo under him. he said … Continue reading
how many more times can i love you, can i listen to your laughter calling my name. i am in the green, dressed in it, wearing it in its first forms and words. the pants ride up. the socks look like roots. you tell me how you are lucky to see me as i am, … Continue reading
you will first come to understand her. you will begin to look across the room for her. you will hold her head like night nestles the stars, tired from being the only light that cracks through. you will tell her that she is the only her. you will love her. you will buy her things. … Continue reading
let it be told that i fell in love with a cloud. let it be told that it was a tuesday, that it hung like rain without it. fluff dipped under a happy blue sky. the edges were headed to the future. years ago i eyed it not knowing what it would become. there was … Continue reading
Dry in Wendy’s being told she never existed by a man who didn’t till now when he needed a few dollars to get a fish burger that slapped around into his mouth where he said any path is home to ghosts because they pull at you, the millions of people you couldda met and couldda … Continue reading
I’m told you’re a writer. Not really. What do you do then? Some things. Like what? I teach. What? Chemistry sometimes. Do you do chemistry? Not anymore. Then why teach it? I guess because I can, because I did do it for a while. Sounds like an excuse. Maybe. You must’ve not enjoyed it enough. … Continue reading
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