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dear february.

dear february, i’m sorry for all the bad things i said to you and about you and behind your back. you are cold and cruel, but you are lovely also. you didn’t hurt me; i hurt myself & tried to … Continue reading

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2011 memory scrapbook.

because it’s the first day of 2012 and everything, and because i’m spending my day in my bed in my blankets with the window open and with a cup of bottomless coffee and gunther for company, i thought i’d take … Continue reading

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weather.

an attraction less halted, more swept with the streets by the salt trucks he tells me it’s been a long year, thinned like the bottoms of socks we would fold on his bed, deflated like bellies emptied for summer, bites … Continue reading

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bodymovin.

in my phone somewhere near the back, if that’s a thing, which it isn’t probably, there is a photo i found of him sitting across a table from me. once a long time ago i thought it therapeutic to organize … Continue reading

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new list.

reasons i’m not giving up. 1. i got rid of the hat. 2. i have a date this week. 3. i have only a few friends, and i treat most of them like shit, but they are still my friends. … Continue reading

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it rains.

it rains, i look into your window cold rhythm of hands gracing pavement, advantages taken of awnings an umbrella not here since the summer kneels for a tree you once kissed me beneath, the storm lends its fears to the … Continue reading

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truths.

more simply, i could have not said it. there are things i don’t say all the time. there are a lot of words i think of later. there are a lot of words i promise i will never say, not … Continue reading

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trouble.

i just had a terrible moment. i would snap somebody’s neck for a cigarette. realizing this was not the terrible moment. and i had a bad walk. which is too bad, really, because i was kind of on a roll … Continue reading

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um camping.

i went camping a couple weeks ago & it was totally rad. it made me want to do a million things differently because for two tiny days that’s how they were done. i smoked quietly and alone, hidden in the … Continue reading

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split.

where the track splits i stand and am shaky, alternate route to prevention, certain insecurity, to bolts of rails that spiral at the ends

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