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I mailed a dead guy asking how he was doing and I got a message back that he was okay and I shouldn’t worry about him because he had the dying thing handled but he was worried how I was getting on and told me to focus on living because that decided how you die … Continue reading
where was summer when it is already winter and I can barely remember fall; only shadows of pale mornings and twilights that crackled with frost on the outside of my window blocking everything from my view and my view from everything * As I’m growing up I’m learning from the people who taught me how … Continue reading
No stories end happily ever after; they all go on to an unexpected, depraved, wiggling end * The stars are jealous of our light that can wake the mosquitoes who wake the spiders with a buzz and our flesh forming a larger mass of toes entwined and mouths entangled so more mosquitoes migrate to us … Continue reading
Did we die before or after we were killed like a seed that is made to flower but instead stumps in cement and footprints and voices talking about the plants of spring that haven’t sprung even though it is late in the season and each morning, the dew drowns the world in life * She … Continue reading
It’s freezing this summer and there’s a hope that in the cold we learn to swim with our head floating above the ice or at least higher than the others who didn’t learn the lesson that it is best to better and best of all to be better than that * I’m in the shower … Continue reading
I am writing the good book of us at last, long last, longer than our bookends lasted but just as good * The girls wore all that they couldn’t and I wore all that I could to try to get their attention but I was the absence of blindness in light; just another scene scurrying … Continue reading
How can one spend so much in one day without so much as spending the day won? * She is kissing me with a mouth that flaps like a dog ear in the summertime – loose, wet, probably wrecked with worms – and she asks if something is wrong and I worm my tongue into a … Continue reading
I have seen better days for there are better days to be seen; clearer, real, full days of blinding sun where we sit like a pimple for you to find out how much you need me and I find out how much I don’t * If I didn’t try to kill myself, I’d have never have … Continue reading
I’m sure I’m supposed to say something to the slobbery spit in front of me but I can’t remember the words even though they clap and holler and watch a smile crawl as the baby drools my name, or whatever it’s been digested down to like a magician’s trying to remember their first trick with worn, useless cards: … Continue reading
Water reflecting light like growing scabs I question whether she’s a peach with freckles or freckled with peaches that swallow her until a pit is reached with dangling feet above a summer dress and the ocean that pulls in her breath for what could be a tsunami on another day but instead is just her … Continue reading
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