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Optimist
I’ve never been an optimist but I was hopeful once. Now I sit and watch the world, gather clues and tuck them in my pockets so later, when I need to I can pull them out, examine them and make the way make sense.
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At the End
They will pick apart your life with tiny sharpened forks and throw away the ugly pieces…
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On Nico Stai and Falling Stars
I sent you pictures of the moon and we were corduroy and woodsmoke, constellations hanging over threatening to crash and burn us up…
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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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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.