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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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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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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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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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construct
today was longer than the night before (when, restless he woke me to trade places with him: “my head is too full of things,” he said. “i need to read for a while.”) i don’t remember the resituating of ourselves- if that’s even a word- the crawling over or under, legs suddenly twenty feet long…
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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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Untitled Insomniac Meandering
we are here and it could be that life has slowed or even stopped for a minute or seven or a million; you know how we are about time. last night we laughed, arguing about whether or not it was possible to lose a measure of time circled thoughts like children on tricycles in half-safe…
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