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yellow light

after meditating, i realize that as in rome, the spine does not collapse in a day. it does, however, collapse over many wake-ups and exhales and uneaten meals and probably also the weight of time passing at yellow lights. like … Continue reading

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there is no such thing as a clean break

unless the blade is sharp as witness which brings into the light all that memory tries to hide. if a family tree is felled in the forest and no one gives a fuck, not even the ancestral dew clinging to … Continue reading

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you asked me to come home for christmas and i said

listen, i do not return to tell you why i have returned. i return to show you a passion-stained body and a soft pink mouth. i return to show you tenderness— no, not to gift you the skin behind my … Continue reading

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song of suburbia (reprise)

when you were ten you fell out of the old oak in your backyard and came back up with a pink cast the neighbor’s older brother had told you there was a little girl one who had lived in your … Continue reading

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above the disaster room

and just before the rocket flies into the moon, the men burrowed in a crater wonder what they will say to their loved ones. they ask how much time is left and the stars blink back at them in morse … Continue reading

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