Tag Archives: Tara Labovich

[the world is strange. and has ears.]

the world is strange. and has ears. i’m noticing differently these days. noticing the way the world rolls around my tongue: take, for example, the phrase I speak just to myself (and the clogged ears of a newly paved road … Continue reading

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WE ALREADY DECIDED

i am unsure about a lot of things but i am most unsure of how to feel knowing you are gone. i am certainly happy away from the boyfriend. he kept tally of us like he was renting you out. … Continue reading

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displacement

living in these high mountains, i want my rain. these lofty desert months become thin in their parchedness. they take and pat dry my skin, they hum in fine grains, suspended— but the mouth never opens. instead, it keeps hold … Continue reading

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