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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
Night bleeds stars when it is too early to come in and too late to go out so there are too many untold stories around including what happens tonight – or was it morning? * People say it is good to feel pain for there will be poems in misery but this is wrong: there is … Continue reading
I’ve been trying to read the story of my life but there’s no arc the plots random and unknown the characters aren’t very liked or agreeable and whoever the author was, they piled on some terrible tragedies like racism and blizzards and tight tank tops that haven’t been solved by the 23rd sequel but that … Continue reading
I’m having a difficult time crafting something beautiful. I feel overwhelmed with the possibilities, swallowed by them as though I were in a whale. I only have guts and slime to work with. I can’t tell which anatomical part is what. All is hazed in similarity and goo. The same tissue and muscle and fat. … Continue reading
There was this boy, though there always is, and this girl, though there always is, and she was blind and he wasn’t so he thought she looked pretty nice and he promised the impossible willies of improvisation like that he’d make her happy and make her lovely and fix her eyes too, and she said … Continue reading
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