Tag Archives: Lacie Clark

Why Should Love Matter?

Kisses are sweet, wet, warm, a tasting of the other. I don’t have to tell you any of this, but I will. Sunsets are the paintings of the Sun herself. As the Earth turns her back to her, she falls … Continue reading

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angel waiter

watercolor vision, lost glasses, drunk. his painted figure at Denny’s this night was blond-halo, angel serving me burgers and coffee, telling me his name, telling me he would be my waiter, telling me things I knew, things I already loved. … Continue reading

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Following Surgery

I have never wondered what death looks like at the moment of arrival/ departure. You grew pale as though a white sheet pulled over your face. Eyes rolled like marbles shot at in a little boys’ game. And the sound… … Continue reading

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Broken Circles

I Highway slides under the car taking my brothers and me home. I pretend to drive, to know where we are going. Broken circles in every lane. Tires moving, turning with the force of the road. We see only parts … Continue reading

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Confessions

I wrap your words around my shoulders like one of my grandmother’s shawls, sink into your breath in my breath, your fingers in my hair, your voice beating at my ribcage. I pretend to be wiser than my heart wants. … Continue reading

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