Dart

I move my fingers out of spite—I mean to improve their directions. The second sentence is I want to know who comes & where & why. Mornings are the biggest assholes every time HBO means a lot to me. I want to kiss you deeper in the middle—we built that treehouse. It’s the end of the middle & our treehouse is silent. The last sentence has a memory: we are steps & beers & deliveries after we say I will always love you.

Parker Tettleton is a vegan Leo living in Portland, Oregon. He is the author of Ours Mine Yours (Pity Milk Press, 2014), Greens (Thunderclap Press, 2012), & Same Opposite (Thunderclap Press, 2010). More information can be found here.

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