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there is no way the way becomes the way and eventuallythe only wayaway from whatonce weighed you downwith what there isbut mostlyisn’t there
is my heart half emptyor half full it is gurglingi can hear it chokingstuck still in some pastyet to pass who wouldn’t want to go backto when it would simply be be loved without lossbe hopeful without horrorbe mine before it was yours quiet, little beastwhat has been has beenwhat remains will go away, too,one … Continue reading
give me a momenti may have gotten rustyleft outside so long know i am not made for nightmaresknow i don’t believe in ghostsbut i am possessed by wild hopeand a yearning to not be haunted by wilder dreams did i hear you say my namein your sleepi could’ve sworn your breathingmatched mine it is the … Continue reading
it is true that everythingis terrible but look howthe cup holds the tealisten to how loudthe laughter can beand know that somewhereand someplacedespite the darknessand worst oddsa seed has opened undergroundalready blindly searching for the light the only truly terrible thingis to forgetthat these small miraclesare a part of everything too
what if i one day askedyouto tell meabout everythingthat is worth being lovedin this world how much timeand how many thingswould pass beforeyou told me aboutyou
how is it that after all this time i am still here writing these words that have gone no where certainly not to you * cut it out cut it all out remove the phone destroy the mailbox demolish the hydro towers stamp out the flames massacre the pigeons chop off all the hands cut … Continue reading
dear dear, i used to not think of the generous geography i’ve been given. those cutaways of fat and flesh, those with names i am just sloppily learning. where once stood an abandoned muscle is now the purposeful rectus abdominis. where fat, camper’s fascia. where emptiness, a physiologic peritoneal space with the utmost magical embryologic importance. a rotation, really. a … Continue reading
Dear dear, I adore you. I have to start with that common, misused, adorned phrase for sometimes, the most obvious facts bear repeating. Against the falseness, they barrel through. Against the swell of disappointments, they ground. Against me, I hope there is you, adored and yourself. I mean all of it. All of you. You … Continue reading
looking at you and i closed speaking in tongues must i swallow this memory too the timely teaching of your name the dripping of that thick life down your chin where each slippery morning there is still rot somewhere a fresh breaking that can be heard over the horizon and the relatable gulp of that … Continue reading
Dear dear, These were the holidays. Such is a banal, limp sentence, an obviousness that would knowingly ignite even the most unaware moth. Yet it is blindingly true. These were the holidays. These were the gasps of us among the giving dishes, the bony fish, the dogs that do not feel like the dogs we … Continue reading
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