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you have come despite a life that often doesn’t to try to find meaning or a break or a laugh you deserve and i want to give it to you with the beauty of now which is then which is which and the always confusing magic of attempting to know a really that’s already gone … Continue reading
if you are going to fail anyways why not try wildly if sadness seeks why not humble happiness if you’re going to die why not live before * chance is a promiscuous girl already married to a man who you’d meet one day unknowingly in the beauty of summer in an event you find out … Continue reading
white stains like skulls on the bedsheets she wakes up buried beside me a miracle of morning clambering for coffee that she could choke on if only today didn’t hold the confusion of why aren’t you up yet you have to get going no one can know about this her butt bends light with … Continue reading
aren’t there better ways to better aren’t to allow us to move into and out of us as we come to know unknowing as we repeat to repeat to as we crave the attempt of sussing something out of this nothing that has crawled among the gap of our elbows where we were the only … Continue reading
i wonder if he wondered if i knew if he thought about how big i was tough there with my hands in my pants imagining you when you were with me showing me what to think with my thing which is no more than do and do it well a lesson in expanding oneself to … Continue reading
when you are alone know it could be worse for you could be a lone the suffocating space in between not knowing you could compound something together like the sun’s outstretched fingers tickling the land for one last laugh that will consume the sky with a day never yet seen not because of history rambling … Continue reading
death is a memory of the nothing again where you watch the universe laugh against your fading tickling touch like the sun that spreads fingers onto the land onto you a piece of the land who is going back home to the place where no one has yet complained with your fingers clenched into night … Continue reading
we need you the dead to remind us of our connection to the living earth * the day deadens into another like a bad but continuous date flirting for a night that lightens underneath heavy covers and kissing toes where among summer somebodies who hold winter in their pants despite remaining pantless with flowers embroidered … Continue reading
we make for bad clouds formless and sinking into one another hoping to stop the falling and the rain that doesn’t always fall back into the water but instead into our hands that once held one another until we became mist blocking our sights but still inflating breath wet and sputtering giving back to the … Continue reading
she says against the lonely sun that she needs to work on herself and then waits for my approval though night comes too soon and silently for me to respond to her mouth that still hangs open teeth like stars turning black for no other reason than the sweetness of the surrounding world * isn’t … Continue reading
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