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Back.

Sometimes when you're 
upset or 
angry or
confused or
falling in love with the wrong person
you dig skeletons out of closets.

You pull out guns that haven't been used for years and shine their barrels until they are ready to create destruction.

This is every lost note and 
words that someone forgot to speak before the train took everything they ever wanted away. Read more »

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Conflict

My thoughts turn into rockets in the back of my throat and skirt just over comfort before they explode in the air; giving me the real thrills that are only comparable to our almost Read more »

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Once

Crows ring my eyes and yet
I cannot fly.

Our wrinkles make us beautiful.
They remind us that we have not taken the easy path.
We have loved the sun,
embraced it and steeped our pores in ultraviolet.
Withering supplies proof of happiness, of past vivacity --
we once had something precious...

Blink. Read more »

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T-Minus Fourteen Hours, Fifteen Minutes

Something that astrology explains eerily well: I with my sign am a passionate, hopeful person. You with yours are a loyal, practical one.

We disagree when it comes to miracles.

I'm always looking for them- pulling you places, showing you things, changing for you. Especially in our relationship.

You never see what the point is in looking for them. When I pull you places, you focus on me, not our surroundings. When I show you things, you turn me around show me... us. When I change for you, you like the old me better. Read more »

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Measuring the Damage

 This is the result of some ambush inspiration to write a book. I'm posting it so that I will not forget about it or give up on it.

 

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Survivor's Guilt

It could have been me.
It could have been me,
& I’m sorry.

I’m sorry because I know
that it takes a village
to grieve a child
& that what you did
would’ve been near-impossible
if you had known that.

But you never saw it,
never witnessed the aftershocks
from a seven-point-nine degree earthquake
on the suicide Richter scale.

& you never will.

Right now,
I’m praying to every god I don’t trust
in every heaven I don’t believe in
that you get an all-access pass. Read more »

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Boi Perfunctory

Every day I resign myself
to walking into the women’s bathroom,
will broken, eyes straight ahead.
Can’t risk waltzing into the
little boys’ room
only to be discovered,
don’t know if I pass --
it's funny how you assume that this
so-called "masquerade"
is a one-sided performance,
with you, my pedestrian pedestrians,
starring as the audience. Read more »

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Blind

Explain the seas. Explain the foam-opaque

bubbles in Chinese walling-hangings, so prolific

I can't taste rice without the faint

tang of salt and calligraphy.

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Respect

Lately, I have been judging the amount of respect I have for myself by how much jewelry I wear and how often I brush my teeth.

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I've Never Felt That Before

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Have you ever felt..."

 

"What?"

"It's kinda stupid."

"I'm sure it's not."

"C'mon. You know me."

"Well, even if it's stupid, I won't laugh. I promise."

"You sure?"

"Absolutely."

"Promise?"

"Would you like a pinky swear or would you just like to ask me whatever it is you want to ask me?" Read more »

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