Tag Archives: Benjamin Brindise

Things that Looked like Accidents

when I tripped on my way out and fell down your front stairs and my fibula turned to bone meal and a bird picked up my knee cap and flew away – it was better                            than saying goodbye when you … Continue reading

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Learning Not to Be on Your Phone Constantly While Trying to Get Sober

1 Be of service idle hands once filled no longer do the devil’s work 2 people want to talk to you empty things are what led you to the “getting” in getting sober —put them down 3 stop writing at … Continue reading

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check your joy at the door like a wet umbrella

every hospital feels the same once you pass the nurse’s station the way you check your joy at the door like a wet umbrella even though it rains inside and the best you can do is make quiet jokes out … Continue reading

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