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Monthly Archives: February 2018
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A little man blocked the little boi standing in the door. He drank rum and gin from three glass jars And with a grin asked for riddles. The boi thought and thought and a spark came to them “If I … Continue reading
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Inklings sucked into droppers of oils emulsified magnified distilled into morals that only men who hate their bodies and wish they had less can possibly think are beautiful. I’m beautiful it’s just that I’m ugly, too. If I could be … Continue reading
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I dream of endings stripped from beginnings and middles torn to shreds. I dream of oceans without shores ancient myths and beasts of lore Burrowed deep in their depths. If I dreamt of mothers without babes and babes without fathers, … Continue reading
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I was in a rock band when I went to bed last night we played deconstructed covers made out on stage like lovers when they heard my words they roared when they heard his chords they soared I soared I … Continue reading
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It’s hard to hear you’ve lost when you’ve done everything right. It’s hard to be with just yourself when you miss loving tenderness at night. It’s hard to know yourself as lovable when you can’t find a person to love. … Continue reading
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Honeyed words poisoned intention. What he wanted I knew. What he got I wondered. If I’m still there tomorrow I’ll get a lollipop at least.
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She closed the door to her refrigerator leaving behind the beer she’d promised, to stare in disbelief. If she could eviscerate with an over-ripe zucchini she would have. Luckily, she couldn’t? We kissed goodbye at the front door. She said … Continue reading
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I wish I could love you like I once did your lover but I can’t even drink you when not undercover. It’s not that I wish you didn’t stay it’s just that I wish you’d never prayed for a single … Continue reading
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