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Patches
If life is such a rare gift, why do I spend so much of it afraid? Pull over andlying there, dead, a vehicle designed to hurry now! Some sugar factory, honeybee, flower mother, servicing. hawks circlea maze in the skyover the landscape, tear-filled eyes. world that made me,flashing in sequence,feet running on pavement. What if… Continue reading
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Served Cold
Fear. You son of a bitch. It’s hard to let walls down. It’s hard to be vulnerable. I’ve done bad things because of it. I’m not always rational. Like when I pulled a knife on my ex at the dinner table. Honestly, all I’m trying to say is, I’m not perfect. I’m scared. But that… Continue reading
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Rough Cut
I bend down—warm, almost hot water runs down my hands. I close my eyes and before the water can touch my face—I’m in your bed. The bed is made, the TV—the huge TV in the huge room, and I’m on the huge bed, alone. Our entire past, present, and future were sitting with me and… Continue reading
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Floating Flowers.
We weren’t a good match. You tell yourself or hear yourself say these words without actually understanding what it is you’re saying: It’s over. I don’t need to doubt myself, right? My value isn’t determined by this single person—despite it sometimes feeling that way… I invested time. I opened myself up, and for awhile, it… Continue reading
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Draft: Devoted
It’s hard to find the right words a lot of the time…and sometimes I don’t know who I am, and I unfortunately met you when I thought I did. So I said things I didn’t mean and didn’t say what I meant. Like cords crossed and fraying, I felt too much and started crying, electricity… Continue reading
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