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Like Icarus
…you can see them in the distance insects circling with rough and tattered wings careening off each other stupid, blind and insignificant fighting for the chance to fall…
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Stench
Early morning, waking alone in the cluttered nest you built the stench of last year’s sheets and last night’s desperation turn your stomach and the water on the bedside stand is gone, the glass left empty by the stranger who crept over you shameful in your flaccid state saliva like a spider’s web, linking you…
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Eleven twenty-three fourteen
…a book about the Grateful Dead the taste of fruit and whiskey…
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On Friendship and Cohabitation
“I’m not good at living with someone,” she said looking down at the floor. “I know,” I said. “I’m not either. But.” And I went home and waited for the song of tires on gravel folded myself into him, a tiny slip of paper in his palm.
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Half-assed Elegy
Shy at first, (the way you are when you begin to realize that your invisible friends and Santa Claus aren’t real but you make your lists and set out extra teacups anyway) I was hesitant to speak mumbled out into the dark and empty room the echo I imagined shut me up and turned to…
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Umbilicus
and all the times we’ve flattered ourselves into dreaming scars away, wishing lives into existence made of fog and manufactured hope malt liquor and memories strung charms onto rough hemp rope and graduated from the bottom of the middle class to find ourselves sitting on the crunchy lawn, stomping fire ants and drinking from the…
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Story Time for Miscreants and Malcontents
So, this is happening. If you’re local, come check it out. I always have to include a disclaimer: I’m very very uncomfortable doing readings, so if I don’t seem super cheerful and outgoing afterward, I promise it’s not personal. I’ll be happy to see you. Really. https://www.facebook.com/events/1463798203907907/
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Some Country Church, and Poor Choice in Accessories
…Jesus on the precipice taking flight, mortality a bitter shock as his brains came out…
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The Sound of Driving By
It's only the sound of driving by, the noise made by the space between the red light and the green…
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Straw Man
Straw man, did the black plague take you by surprise? Do you remember what it was to breathe without the stench of deceit wrapped around your face to make you choke? Snake-jawed, unhinged, swallowing reality regurgitating thoughts you link like tissue paper chains, fragile and pathetic circling your wrists held there stupid, the illusion of…
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