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i say that i think there is still a language left to discover that leaves no confusion, though i’ll admit i don’t understand the thought myself * the dog bites its leg and i know now what it means to want more from yourself than you can provide * it is for these people who … Continue reading
i don’t understand how i’ve met so many smart people to see so little change from one day to the next and even a few years ago have the same numbness like a blanket that when it’s taken off there is another fold underneath and when that goes another fold another fold another fold and you’re … Continue reading
i am summer in the grass the movement of a dead body the anything anyone? who wants you and i tried and true and left only for me and you to discover in the winter on the trees and the autumn in the colours and that body there – mine – that is still and lonely like … Continue reading
if only things could be different is said in the same way by different people in the same world using different languages but the same mouths * and he’s drunk feeling drunk drunk feelings that stay on until he is hungover and he feels again like the hung man who is released and he heaves … Continue reading
what have i done to accompany these hairs on your thighs like you have growing unknown then waxing and waning hanging on with fingernails in a place where there was love once but now only us * i don’t think of myself often which is amazing i think * whoever said names never hurt was a … Continue reading
is this part of the text or is it a mistake i left in because part of the text is a mistake left in me? * i am i as long as we stay we but there’s but away and a way days daze dye into die heir into air see into sea by saying … Continue reading
we are our own light in darkness that does not belong to us but that is us a waiting absence spent belonging to it despite the short and suffocating time we moved beyond to create to make to delight * her arms tied at the elbows like meat netted in plastic or a puppet whose … Continue reading
i’ve been trying to make it so that i can make it alright for others who want the same and will learn when they are here and sludge that it is not so great to be similar to slime and to have it made for what is left besides others who wonder what it’s like … Continue reading
i was blind as a child when i put on glasses and saw that i didn’t look as i thought which was like trying to spell out a hum as cold as the night and warm as the ground that would be there as a blanket when i could see no more but still go … Continue reading
in the last sky there was nothing but hush and the receding top of morning that rustled to those whose silence grows on the first day where nothing else is besides them and the realization of how little that means to them and whatever’s left * meek among men i try to tell you that … Continue reading
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