Tag Archives: Lauren Ebright

a few separate thoughts

the first thought i have is if I saw you tonight it would be no man’s land. we’d be caught guns raised in the place between the honor we are defending and the burn of our skin, finally. foolishly i … Continue reading

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the ability to self-regulate

my chief concern today is the piece of hair, errant, from my bun. almost forgotten like my discontent it’s quiet and not that big of a deal until it’s some kind of big deal and brushing against my face. those … Continue reading

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After your skin,

a list of things i’ve touched: cigarette butts shoe shined with lipgloss my key fob clutched, knuckles catching tears. the sticky, hollow plastic of an airline tray hands pressed on the cold stone of a ruined city; the distance between … Continue reading

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