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the ingredient to life

i dreamed you alive, eating, slobbering and sitting there having albert einstein write a poem about your smarts. he started shaky, erased. nearly left. his hair fell on the table. he asked what of your lover? i laughed, your mouth was wide open too. he shook his head, knowing we didn’t understand. listen listen, he … Continue reading

long division

love is unsexy crammed into disgusting dribble and a myriad of everyday worn tiny things like mowing the lawn into small comforts and lengths you decide after fighting about it to avoid the weeds from growing though they always do and though you come to like them there in the disappointing dirt where no seeds … Continue reading