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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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beetlejuice!

things i would have said, if i were better at saying: 1. i don’t know how i’ll ever afford it. 2. four months ago the guy at the quickie almost didn’t sell me cigarettes and i’m still just as lazy … 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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