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Roadkill Dinner Theatre
It might not stop raining for a while. We might be stuck in here, with the clouds out there and the thunder scaring off all the animals except the crows, calmly picking up the flat remains of possums in the street We might be stuck in here together watching roadkill dinner theatre till night. We…
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Watch.
You gather deaths collect them, fragile things put on display for all the world behind sheltered, break-resistant glass –see how big my compassion is? my heart is broken, so sad– little heroes, dripping acid tears on the linoleum eating through to the dungeon below. Your sorrow smells of mothballs and camphor and uncooked meat left…
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October 31 1991
The next day you could see where she had come out of herself dark against the black asphalt. I saw her sometimes, behind sleeping eyes dark curls bouncing head thrown back laughing whole with all of her blood inside of her. I saw him too, crouched down, cowering, shivering blade held high and with all…
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Broke Down.
The numbers on the clock run themselves up like debt hold us captive in the same way trying to pay back what we’ve borrowed interest without long-term interest. On the side of the road, on the curb, hood up, broken down flashing lights behind and a reassuring promise to stick around, I pondered the contents…
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Maybe.
maybe you remember a time when the sky was small and vast and concealed in the palm of your tiny pale hand and wide, stretched tall against the bleak black backdrop of the universe infinitesimal immense maybe you were just as small and invincible and grand. maybe you remember when each note of a tune…
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floor.
in the dark, fumbling for the lightswitch like a drunk still wiping whore-red lipstick from his crotch and breathing fumes of cigarettes and stale whiskey on the doorman as he tries to maintain some sense of dignity -the light evades, exhaustion wins the floor becomes a haven, cold and hard unforgiving, flat black tiles cracked…
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funk and photographs
A couple weeks ago, beloved and I went to see one of our favorite bands. Before the show, one of the musicians came over and introduced himself, expressed his gratitude that we came, and then told me he’s one of my biggest fans and mentioned that I hadn’t written much lately. That was weird. Incredibly kind,…
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four seventeen
i ravage his treasure steal from the dreams he keeps locked inside his simmering head written out longhand, his sharp letters a path to the stars night, darker than the furthest corner from the sun and i am nightmares raging, waking out of breath unable to speak with my own voice unable to see with…
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selfish.
i said, in my sleep, i want everything whispered, face turned away from the sleeping back beside me i took it back almost immediately just in case my voice might have carried kept inside the selfish bits wander loose from time to time wanting everything always to be the only thing my system of belief…
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2.13 in the morning, 2.13.
what if i’ve forgotten how to sleep and all i’ll ever do it sit here with my eyes burnt out and my skull cracked from the pressure of my brain trying to escape and hide someplace warm and safe where there aren’t any bugs or verbs or thoughts what if, for that matter, all of…
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