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Skull of squirrel, shorn bare, bloodless. Pale bone against concrete steps. An offering? Hex? I move the fragile skull to porch. Atone. I cast other things aside, but won’t vex the soul—animal or human—who left this as totem or taboo. Thus I learn, inspecting sharp fang, the delicate heft, barely there. Yet I can clearly [...]
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You know it is bad
when you spit three times
on your red, fleshy feet
in the shower, to get the
taste of your own life
out of your mouth.
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A computer died. Can you Believe the great good cheer I can muster up, usually, in public? The smokescreen. Yet I walk around holding my Breath. I turn Corners as if there are knives waiting. I Don’t know how it is possible to bleed so much and not heal. I ate too much Chocolate tonight, a forgotten stash [...]
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Try freeing the weight of yourself from a meat hook, is how it feels today. I ask the gods (demoted to plural, lowercase g) why they ever allowed me uncomplications, lightness of being, carbohydrates. There are not enough pails to hold the saltwater. One perfect day in a country across the sea, and the gods [...]
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today she
did not
get engaged,
get pregnant,
or get dyed
today she
did not
get high,
get dead,
or get kai thx byed
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Pssst. Go check out my new article at a big ol’ eco-savvy site…
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I tasted coffee,
tea, on your tongue,
your face above mine.
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She definitively cares and does not care
about:
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One woman laughs, barks, through her lunch, as if the empty wheelchair beside her is home to a friend, a wiseacre, a real crackup.
“Tell my mom I need clothes, toothpaste, a toothbrush,” I tell A. Hard to say what is needed. “Need” is a word that means close to nothing anymore. You slip from want to almost want to yearn and back to want, but you dare not need. That got you here in the first place.
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There is something about a naked, fully unedited, bathroom/laundry room/cat feeding station online tour that is enough to make this author’s mother go pale. “Jennnnnnn,” she said, in a pitch somewhere in the garden of a plea and a whine and a mortified whisper, “PEOPLE ARE SEEING THIS. AREN’T YOU WORRIED? DID YOU HAVE TO [...]
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