Tag Archives: Parker Tettleton

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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