Tag Archives: Zachary Cooper

Requiem for Whiskey

I don’t actually drink whiskey, I use it as a metaphor for the things designed to distract me from the fact we’re dying. This is what it’s like to be pregnant at 17. This is what it’s like to grow … Continue reading

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Headlights

I don’t need to lie in a hospital bed, bleeding all of the broken reasons why I am not dying today, and I don’t need a wheelchair to paralyze me with crippled explanations about driving through half of a whiskey … Continue reading

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Adagio

She is a one woman symphony. Her touch covers all of the right gaps in the broken flute I call my spine, her lips are so beautiful; they trumpet her beauty before she has the chance to speak, and her … Continue reading

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