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An old woman feeds pigeons and the pigeons feed her with company when everyone else just walks by and tries to avoid the pests to not get feathers or shit or both on their clothes but soon the pigeons have their fill and she is left with crumbs and even those leave eventually in wind … Continue reading
A friend and their Other had a mature breakup so as to make her a Friend though not mine, which he told me he was very happy with while he kept checking his phone and finding again and again a truth written in a language he did not understand, like if he tried to explain to … Continue reading
You tell me that if you love something then let it go but my neglected goldfish would have other words when it is gurgling toilet water and so would I under the same care, but you don’t understand either of us * The shadow doesn’t share itself with darkness; it is gulped like a tongue … Continue reading
Am I good looking, the smoke coughs while I click through leathered bags of flesh that can be pounded and still rebound and she undresses and redresses in front of a dirtied mirror which is just sand ground up into her and she is ground up into me later on when I’m less soft and … Continue reading
This is the end though I suppose there will always be more because here I am writing after the fact even if it means saying nothing at all which I’m sure some would say you and I amounted to – the nothing emptiness between two burlap peach sacks during the collapse of a swimming pool … Continue reading
The gun’s grown old and forgetful but I have only grown old because even now my hands are half-closed as though in an embrace and my eyes are narrow as though daylight didn’t bleed and my breath is still as though I need to stop someone elses’ lungs to start my own but I am … Continue reading
I think I will spend a lifetime trying to be comfortable with funerals until I am uncomfortable at my own for I could use a little more elbow space and a lot more daylight * There are days when there are nights when the moon greets the sun with holes in its teeth and when … Continue reading
The end of a relationship is a funeral where you see other couples who kiss and laugh and love like you loved and you are reminded that in another life not so dressed in black that maybe you’d be with that girl who is with that boy who would be with no one if you … Continue reading
Two pieces of ham slapped onto the pan of my body oiled with sweat and I exhaust like a tortoise hallowing a shell which he hopes has a mate in it though he can’t be sure because she can be hiding in herself or maybe she’s just tired and maybe I exhaust more like a … Continue reading
Her stomach blurts out something onto my elbow while she scratches below like an itch and the night listens to how our bodies moan as day rushes to peek at us too * This is the end so let’s at least pretend we’re excited as we were in the beginning while we barter over an organ … Continue reading
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