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Valentine
Hey now, can you keep me under the radar, in that spot where the rain falls heavy Can you be the cloud that rushes me alive Hey can you keep me tucked in your pocket, deep in the dark where your heartbeat hides Can you dance with me to the same tune under the glow…
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Spot Light.
In the hallways, we shared stories of the darkness, passed folded slips of paper palm to palm, like contraband secret payment for the ticket to get in We hid in corners, trading tales and malcontent, pound for pound, tracing scars and licking salt away from skin The cracks behind the wall bled our secrets through.…
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Written
And in this sorrow, we create ourselves: faces sketched in dull graphite, erased and drawn again until the lines are blurred and the edges of our eyes are indistinct and the creases of our mouths are parentheses, capturing all the things we never said. In this sorrow, we are written indelible and clear we are…
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Lucky.
He brings me books: A biography of Elvis Costello; a notebook from 1932, filled with careful script: a schoolgirl’s notes on history; Tom Perotta and the like. He sings to me when I can’t sleep, tells me stories about bars and hidden tables talks me safely toward the morning, through the dark. He sits across…
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Epilogue
Give me something to look forward to, she said- The crease of your palm as your hand curves around the back of my neck, or the stillness that crowds your words when you whisper something no one else can know Let me be the one to taste the endorphins and whiskey in your voice When you…
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On Nico Stai and Falling Stars
I sent you pictures of the moon and we were corduroy and woodsmoke, constellations hanging over threatening to crash and burn us up…
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Dolls on Independence Day
Tiny little plastic parts all lined up Glass eyes, dead stares blank space where the hearts should be slender fingers locked in place grasping something in the air no one can see frozen painted lacquered toes nailed to the floor in effigy
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June 10 2014
When I found you, the days were short, just starting to lean toward the solstice, gathering up the warmth from the sun and hoarding it away from the dark Moon-chilled, we built an empire out of the stars.
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Four/20
The faucet’s dripping again. There’s glitter on my eyes and in my hair Four years and twenty days ago you dropped your smile at my feet and left it there for me to find, your skin burned holes into my life and I bled ink into yours, marked we shared a glass, tasted where we…
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