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how is it that there are still sad words to be written where a familiar face disappears into the frown of procedures of did you check your bag take off your shoes have a good flight where all sunsets end and all sunrises do too where a child is laughing while playing … Continue reading
the following is the but not The * am i only all of it or none a happiness or disappointment the one and only i or just another one * so many nights still and yet your heart is in darkness filling in the space with light things that will never sink stay drown in … Continue reading
today it was a woman with a limp newspaper above her head reading the headlines slipping down her face she wept into her seat blue dress unfit for any season red heels stuck balancing sunsets meanwhile the subway poured on the city filled with reflections of her a story played on the comic … Continue reading
i suppose that i wish to see you again when the times are less chaotic when there is enough to drink when there isn’t a catch when there is if only we catch up recalling how much we used to see each other even when drunk especially when there as chaos naked and burping and … Continue reading
what childhood held why no meal is left unfinished what her name was they will say is this making any sense can a gun be shot into another gun did she just go away they will wonder what was paris like in the winter when the waters roar green which dish people prefer … Continue reading
on the night i died my pants coughed on the carpet there was a distant football game with a score in a dead-even tie and you were still with her there wasn’t much to see though i’d die sooner than admit it a few streetlights curled on the streets speaking of what it … Continue reading
usually you let yourself in to a door you swore you would paint to arms you said needed tattoos to a pattern starting with your shoes dripping on to a recently vacuumed mat like a body out of water on the hottest summer day where one can feel their childhood baking back into … Continue reading
no one knew the exact years she died nor could anyone pin when she was born so you must understand that i did not believe it either when with dried onions for earrings and a black and white vertically stripped summer dress there she was still not still sappho the poet the undead reading with … Continue reading
to the ones i loved who asked what love looks like know it has the eyes of summer and the horizontal gaze of you know it is like like the first coffee drunken on what felt like the last day realize that it is like all that was lost slowly one by one keys … Continue reading
did you eat vegetables sleep on a good mattress remind yourself on nights like this that she is not coming back did you move to music you don’t know go to the beach three times in the summer sit under hungry waves where it is most dangerous then swim above where others have not did … Continue reading
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