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more meandering; 81912
russian spiced tea with a splash of milk and too much sugar, rickie lee is tinny through the speakers here, but i am too lazy to move six inches and put a record on. i wish it was raining (it just started raining as i typed that- oddly enough) babes tucked into cozy beds and…
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Snapshots.
Tonight, I feel like my bones have all come apart, not at the joints, not jagged breaks with sharp edges sticking out to catch on clothing and upholstery, numb until the pain sets in, but like each molecule is separated, swimming through blood thickened like molasses, and reaching up to move my hair or stepping…
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on time
both of us linked by invisible wires and lines that snaked through the air across town agreed there is no time it held us there. early morning tying shoes and searching for lost unmentionables we cursed it breathed its name like an epithet wove it in with all the rest of the words you shouldn’t…
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1207 am, the day before the seventh
if there is an end to this it is past my field of vision i am blinded by the truth that rests in silence and in waiting for the lock to turn the light to creep in gently through the open door the curtain stirring briefly before lying back again and your hand against my…
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Reminiscing on Late Nights
Late at night, mind burnt from trying to make time and money stretch much further than they possibly can; weary, exhausted from the effort of trying, I stretch out beside him on the bed, my head resting just below his knees, feet angled out away from his head. I need to do the laundry, wash…
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post script (on tea and allusions to bukowski)
he brings me cinnamon tea with sugar and a splash of milk retreats to his spot on the other loveseat in the other room where we can see each other through buddha’s face crafted out of fine wooden beads (half of them missing, but still the eyes are clear) we’re neither of us buddhist that’s…
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dumb
it’s been a while since i’ve spoken, really. brief phrases uttered without feeling to the people walking through the great glass doors looking to me for guidance about things that i’ll forget in twenty seconds- you need me now without you i would starve there is a symbiotic contempt that keeps both parties smiling, fake…
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Compulsive Time Ramble
The days lately have seemed longer than usual. I heard a song this morning at work, went to look it up just now and thought it felt like days ago that I’d heard it, rather than just hours. It’s one I had in my head a few weeks ago (months, maybe? I don’t know) and…
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