Tag Archives: Parker Tettleton

Rosa L

The second sentence is already here: I want to love everything I need to love more & love everything I need to let go less. I don’t know if I can call anywhere home, but we’re moving back where we … Continue reading

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A Bird Flew Off & A Bird Flew Back

I wake & shop & walk & watch & I do not do anything in any particular order. The second sentence begins where it ends: you’re calling again, but it’s a dream, & it’s the worst of the worst for … Continue reading

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The Scottish Play

The first sentence wonders if you’re at the hospital yet? We’re in one, then we’re in two—we’re in every I sentence, in every hospital, in every play. The last one had the couple with the look that said nowhere is … Continue reading

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You Can’t See Anything During The Daytime

I’ve got three—myself, you, & the universe. The second sentence is living like tomorrow living isn’t a fucking joke. You’re sick & somewhere else. I’m here & I love you. We’re moving in eighty days, thank the blessed cattle—that involves … Continue reading

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The Way To Stay Alive Isn’t Living

When I want to remember it’s never in front of anyone. We drive eighty-five miles to Memphis, survive each other during the Super Bowl, & go to the airport in the dark. You’re there now. Nothing is as personal as … Continue reading

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Water, Water, Water, Snowball

You’re in the room we sleep in once we begin to understand each other all over again. I swear by this blue chair because it’s held me—no, I love it because it’s still here. You’re teaching someone very far away … Continue reading

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What Isn’t White Carpet?

If looks can kill this sentence is the end of nothing: I watch you watch me in my dreams last night. There were friends on top of ledges, silverware eyes, perfectly groomed metropolitan pets, & the last thing—the last thing … Continue reading

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This Is The Only Place I Know

I’m wearing three colors with stripes up to my neck. The second sentence is drinking to drinking. We are in the midst of a living. You are laughing about something, somewhere, fuck you is common—I believe in meaning, you say, … Continue reading

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Whitecaps

I’m not going anywhere before I do. The second sentence doesn’t visit it just moves. You’re in bed speaking a language I think about when you’re not speaking or awake. I am not usually speaking. I’m awake around twelve hours … Continue reading

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Tiff

My favorite museum is in me: I want to build a life like I want to walk out of a store that has forty-three days to live. Loi says something when I’m on an elevator going up. I am near … Continue reading

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Harold

There’s news & I am at a loss for bringing it. The second sentence can spell itself, it just doesn’t want to. There are three things: veganism, Kentucky men’s basketball, & Mad Men. There is a person that keeps me … Continue reading

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People Who Say Anything

The first sentence is the weekend calculator of your dreams. I masquerade as barbecue because I believe in things like lives. You are hungry. You are so much living. I believe in absence & you are alive again in my … Continue reading

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Let’s Say Something About Life

Let’s say my phone Doesn’t work for directions Let’s say one cat’s kidneys Are in worse shape than my liver Let’s say we’re glad when we say We’re fourteen months & counting Let’s say a smoking cigarette Is the most … Continue reading

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Mahler

We come up fifth-floor-front-door fucking. I want you to leave me to me. Silence is a god when silence believes it exists. I consider my bathroom human: love loves me like a parasite. I do not believe in cigarettes without … Continue reading

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VU

The first sentence is an emotion because an emotion is all the first sentence can think of. The love of anyone’s life is the next second. I want to move or not move every day. The sound of Lou Reed’s … Continue reading

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KS

I’m listening to Red House Painters with my blood in a tub when a sofa hands me a beer. The second sentence doesn’t believe in pumping gas. I wake up wanting exactly no one. I move on to wanting to … Continue reading

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SP

I take a dream about you & turn it into a very expensive pizza. The second sentence is a microwave about first times. I wake up to cheer on a university I never attended. Suzy has two Instagram accounts. I … Continue reading

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Shot

The thing is: you always look pretty & I wonder what the fuck. I’m imagining you when I order pizza—I order a large vegan pizza. I want a fifth-floor apartment that costs $1350. I have it. I want to repay … Continue reading

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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 … Continue reading

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Maddie

I’m buzzing on a day dedicated to bees. The second sentence is the clouds are cactus & pink & fucked up. I miss my dreams on the red line to Hollywood. I’m going somewhere so fast my nose runs into a … Continue reading

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Bye & Bye

I feel great & purple & optimistic. I wake up to interview myself & go to lunch. People are saying things in eye language. No one in my dreams said anything about eye language. I wonder how to say I … Continue reading

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KCW

I want to remember your voice, breath, & body. I want to live the fuck out of this thing that doesn’t fit into anything else. I want the rain to be blood & the blood to be brains & the … Continue reading

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The Sound Is Orange

I want to kiss the fifth floor window & make it disappear. The second sentence is a balcony of absolution. My parents are here & they will go away. A sports bar reminds me of being a lucky little shit—it … Continue reading

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from LEO

Leo still wants to be himself: he prefers Rainier to Pabst Blue Ribbon, strangers over family, silence over the second sentence. Leo describes a near fight to someone he’s never seen before. Leo’s thorough, he isn’t rude—he wants to get … Continue reading

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from LEO

Leo says something & she’s in Salem. The second sentence is a Saturday, Leo knows, & it’s going to get better, Leo hopes. Leo sits in the dark watching the rain pelt the windows. Leo didn’t work out today but … Continue reading

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