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they say it small almost a whisper to carve you into a beautiful statue after an earthquake that can finally see the day light but instead notices the rubble around that is shaped like its left foot you are nothing * face bent towards the honeycomb sky dripping being into her while she suckles … Continue reading
knuckles blocking out the sun for the man is pregnant with a fatherhood that suckles the honey dripped summer where he wants to be but not burdened with being and the nights that swallow crowing murder when the mother is emptied by him huffing a childhood nursery rhyme he can’t exactly remember but whose beats … Continue reading
i know the loneliest sentence that after all of it i no longer think about you though you gave me it after all of that i know the loneliest sentence where among the prison of others there is little to be barred from except the heads that match heartache to the hands … Continue reading
be aware there are men falling from maples red and drained for the arbor was no armor which is close to love in french even though they never spoke it with their tongues stuck in others’ mouths who never learned their language and sat at dinner peeling back like the wood of the chairs or … Continue reading
curiosity mandates to look up at the stars rather than one’s feet but real curiosity is knowing that one’s feet were once stars and look how up they can go if only you learn to stand on your hands in ways stars never could * i bring the sounds left behind like dust that were … Continue reading
i went to a show to see a comedian and he gave me what i expected: laughter continually chuckling there by himself and perhaps knowing how big of a joke it was for me alone them alone we alone to gaze at him to try to feel less lonely ourselves * our lives are spent … Continue reading
you, i don’t think you are in florida and i don’t want to think that you are, so before anything else, please let me know you are okay. not for me or my peace, for yours. that in the face of terror, you move terrifyingly forward. that you can become big. that you are big. … Continue reading
it is the barbarian who weeps to the moon that it looks so lonely whereas the city crashed into the hills like a flame burning all around contents itself with choking the night into corners where sex can mix unseen for as long as the shadows have no story the light will always tell too … Continue reading
a sad jester realizes that we spilling laughter like blood and staring at them on the sole stage are the fools performing always * what is the point of happiness if not to blunt you into the realization of loss while the rest of the days will bleed boredom from the tampon of unfilled functioning … Continue reading
won’t you teach the boys that there is nothing to learn in your voice of contrition and confusion after ghosts gave way to host a celebration to the violence that decapitated them staring there with eyes dripping hunger onto the floor where the boys play cops and robbers saying there can’t be a girl criminal … Continue reading
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