Category: Sigh
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Here Here Here
Intrigued by the people most who give me no attention. See. See how great I am. You didn’t even know. Like it’s a conquest to feed them all my sweetest fish. See I have all these toys. You won’t regret that you know me. I give you my best to make you stay. I give…
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Dry
My skin is getting drier. I look up to the ceiling and feel it cracking. mud spots in the desert. baked. a straw to the air sucking what little moisture is left. I remember being in Texas. How dry the days were there. I needed my cat to lick my skin. She spritzed me, the…
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Home?
My boyfriend says there’s no one here like us. That’s he’s sorry I don’t have a home to go home to anymore, not like the home I knew and grew up in. It’s a home, but not the same one. Will I ever feel that old place again? Does that old place even exists anymore?…
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a day of mope
When the sun rose behind the red tree in the backyard I noticed how muted everything looked. This morning I couldn’t see much color in the world. The sky was a soft pink, a light white blue. The grass shaded gray, the red tree caught in a silhouette. I got up early to write –…
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last dinner
I slept in my contact last night so it feels like I didn’t sleep at all. It took me a moment to realize that I could see in places I normally couldn’t – the curtain soft in blue light, the books on the nightstand, cellphone and the woken reminder that one of my dearest friends…
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whatever you are looking for
“Whatever you’re looking for in other people, you already have in yourself.” My dear friend said this to me last night at a smoky bar called the saloon. The building is 96 years old, deep dark wood. Green and yellow hues. It’s an old mining bar with a piss trough built right into the floor…
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quiet
It’s a mysterious day. There’s a conversation on my desk from the night before. From two people I’ve never seen. The night people. I’m thinking they are telling me something, that I should listen. “I want to leave early. So what can I do now?” The list of items to check, to clean, to refill.…
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collecting shells
Has anyone ever seen a live sand dollar? Or do they only exist in shell? On my wall in the bathroom as decoration with their flower tattoos embroidered at the heart? We collect the shells of things, glance at house frames driving by and when we see the lights on at night, the windows open,…
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Too many
the world is too big. Too many avenues and undiscovered allies off the avenues and river streets flowing cars and the allies threading off the streets. It’s become an amoeba, a toilet bowl of ideas, a mass souped together, it’s become a stew. There’s too many of us. How will we all make it? I…
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Sophia
I woke up at 4am crying, sleeping in the dining room under a shadowed chandelier named Sophia. She’s white a flowery and beautiful and is what I would look like if I were a chandelier. I was freezing. It’s like gangrene – one part of me gets infected and I’m done for – the tip…