i can’t escape the sound of a lawnmower today and i wonder what will become of me if my arms are extended. today, the surface is beige & the sound is engine…
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I crept up slowly with the pre-dawn darkness, the stars still blazing against the darkness of 4am, no expectancy of any light to come…
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The anxiety lit up. We were in a backyard, forming a circle. Another one of those home-style rituals, handmade offerings…
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there are buried emotions stored deep within the muscles of my body. deeper then the memories that surface to my mind. more dizzying than the space of the moment you see yourself in a mirror…
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Fragments of people, neighborhoods split by silent slices of your knife, our stitches barely tugging the healing skin together…
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