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Litter
Yesterday, I came across another blog I’d started then abandoned. It’s only a couple years old, and I have no idea why I gave it up and started this one. They may even have overlapped, I’m not sure, I haven’t looked. Anyway, I thought I’d move some stuff over from there to here. Here’s the…
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Time Travel.
We made psychedelic candy in my grandma’s muffin tins and I drank chocolate-flavored liquor from a teacup from a set I got for Christmas from a friend that I lost somewhere in the rubble of the past and I found words again my fingers, lit the buzz before the thunder You took a picture of…
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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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Solenopsis Invicta
I got bitten by a fire ant last weekend, for the first time in forever, and it reminded me of this tiny little thing I wrote nearly three years ago. It makes sense to me, anyway. We lay tangled each breath a taste of something like a wish and in the cold we built forever…
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One January
You kissed me once, in a bar before you played I drank the whiskey from your breath and your hand crept up a little higher than it should have in such polite and refined company and I remembered then why I don’t drink rum and why I do And I watched the cheap girls watching…
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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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Untitled 12.01.12
because we don’t acknowledge time we can say that this is one long day and every sorrow, fear, each hesitation, every misstep, hurt misunderstanding is a second, nothing more imperceptible among the ever-reaching hours we have filled with light and grace and every touch, each smile every step we take together through the centuries we’ve…
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End of November
you can’t make this stuff up (i mean you could with a little imagination and if you drank just the right amount of cheap, cold beer before you settled in to think but it wouldn’t be real then and this is) -as real as it gets without shoving over to the other side where it…
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November Nine 202 AM
“I think I’m getting better,” I said. “What do you mean?” he asked. “My head,” I said. “Oh,” he said, “Yes.” And I believed him, because that’s what I do these days. I still need him to keep the light off sometimes I breathe better in the dark and sometimes every word is forced…
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planet.
under this blackbright sky i was in your hands. i held the scent of fire under my tongue it made me high it made me sleep it made me what was that you said? our words are mumbles, something like dreams half-awake, forgotten what was this. we are hazy filters layered over an already pitch-perfect…
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