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There are three types of silence: the first is when there is nothing to say and the next is to say nothing and both are said here in the third type which is writing words for her though she’ll never read them * Writing’s an attempt to apologize for not knowing what to say when … Continue reading
I got you now, love, don’t I with a whoops and oppsy-daisy and the eventual hammering of two bodies that weren’t meant to hammer but have done so today until they are nailed atop of each other and the shadows make a cross of the small miracle of a girl’s stomach underneath your finger … Continue reading
Don’t fade into mediocrity I used to tell myself when I was younger and slowly fading Don’t fade into mediocrity do it full don’t stop unless stopping means to do it completely Don’t fade into mediocrity that dead normal that glazed over hump that has water and the promise of survival but is … Continue reading
She’s looking real good in the jean jacket I got her, arms spread in a hug of fabric and careful consideration of whether the pockets lined with some brown string would be liked or if the metallic buttons would shine but not too bright just so I could be focused on her when I would … Continue reading
Days double in youth and half when old and now I’m in between the constancy of then and then, a scatter of twenty odd years doing a scatter of twenty odd things for a scattering of twenty odd reasons, hoping for days to stop altogether so I can rest or live and not be afraid … Continue reading
The dog moaned with bone and body in the wrong places and it was my job to set them right by taking my friend outside on a sun peached day where clothes wetted the wind and the land waved yellow and the dog winced as I brought it to the field where we had our many … 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
An old woman feeds pigeons and the pigeons feed her with company when everyone else just walks by and tries to avoid the pests to not get feathers or shit or both on their clothes but soon the pigeons have their fill and she is left with crumbs and even those leave eventually in wind … Continue reading
A friend and their Other had a mature breakup so as to make her a Friend though not mine, which he told me he was very happy with while he kept checking his phone and finding again and again a truth written in a language he did not understand, like if he tried to explain to … Continue reading
You tell me that if you love something then let it go but my neglected goldfish would have other words when it is gurgling toilet water and so would I under the same care, but you don’t understand either of us * The shadow doesn’t share itself with darkness; it is gulped like a tongue … Continue reading
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