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rot.
what if one day our hands didn’t match if, while walking they didn’t draw together magnetic what if your fingers didn’t recognize mine? what if one day we shared a seat without resting our feet on each other or my head finding that place just to the left of your shoulder that seems to remember…
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a song like daria
okay but this- i thought, as i read bad poetry in some literary tome put out by folks who loved shakespeare in that one play he was in and who describe themselves as cosmic and imagine they’re unique- this is why i hate what i do. am i too arrogant? i asked and he, the…
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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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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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Tiny Pretty Things
So in the past few days, I’ve been told that I’m not competent to run a cash register because of the color of my hair, my microwave died, and the driver’s side window on my car is apparently going through a rebellious phase and refuses to go up half the time. I spent all day…
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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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April Fox 