Tag Archives: sleepy
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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swamps.
following the ditches forces recollections, of butchered blades of shoulders, hieroglyphics, knuckles whipped by long grass, stems of weeds while i dreamt and you were coming from a stop sign in the winter still a stranger stole an orange banana … Continue reading
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moving.
i’m going to miss the sounds of the traffic. all the wheels always moving, not hesitating, not braking, not here. when i was just learning about myself and my skin and the capabilities of my small mind i used to … Continue reading
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heat wave.
so i guess it’s official: i do not write during intense heat waves. i’ve always hated writing in the summertime. i even started this blog last august as a last-ditch effort to get myself writing more. i don’t want to … Continue reading
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