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Category: wandering mind

  • last dinner

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    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…

  • look at who you're talking to

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    Two women talk over each other under a concrete garage. Then stop. Take a drag. Then talk over each other again because this is normal conversation for them. They laugh, having two conversations all wrapped into the one. How can they hear what the other is saying? People understand in strange ways.  Spot on. spot…

  • I need…

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    I need to get back here. I’m starving. I’m green. I’m sprouting springs buds from the skin under my nails. I don’t care that it’s fall, that it rains, that winter will come. will always come. I don’t eat. This fills me more. My attention span shorter these days as the days. I read my…

  • a boy's fray

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    a boy walks a high concrete edge. One side the road, the other side a river. Bulging, the water’s been gorging underneath him. The boy in pajama pants, skater shoes, a black hoodie cloaking his head. The wind whips through his clothes the way it tears a flag – so much force eventually the edges…

  • The rain

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    Today is a day of excess. I can’t even see the lines the water is so deep. I’ve become a bird flying in the sea to catch fish, a woman who can’t walk in her own heels. Water is coming out of places I didn’t know water could come out of. Drunk in undercover garages,…

  • collecting shells

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    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,…

  • the bone

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    I feel like running into a tree slap the bark with a pat on the ass go get ’em in a pink icing petticoat swallowing my legs feet, skin skin I keep peeling off my fingers my edges fraying I keep getting cold, my eye only stopped pulsing today I’m trying to whittle down my use of…

  • sly fox

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    You cannot find me unless I let you. a secret fox. I’ll hide until I tell the truth. until I run red across a field. naked and unshaved furry. to say I’m coming home. the dream of the fox so long ago defines me. embrace her and embrace you. watch the den gulp her clean.…

  • breathe

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    Even though I’ve placed my book aside – I’m letting it free for a spell – I still need to write and discover and not take any days off from this. I’ve heard of some people taking days off after they finish a big project, but I don’t want to. I want to get up…

  • We as Daughters

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    I’m thinking about what it means to be a daughter – what things we learn along the way, important things about our parents and ourselves. Is there one thing we take away or are there many? Does it teach us to be strong, forgiving, angry, loving? All of the above? I’m trying to finish something…