Member since September 8, 2014 | 814 Readings |
lover of coffee, University of Pittsburgh graduate, reluctant straightman, Mainer in origin, black abyss of hair, queen of library fines.
Paint up my body in grease.
Paint up my body in oil paints. Brush stroke my silhouette. All shoulderblades, highlights and lowlights. The body is a vessel. The body is a…
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I thought that you might say it but you…
/ I thought that you might say it, but you didn’t. / You won’t. A sentiment misred / then stutters, useless, like a dampened flint. / No fingers…
This time next month my garden will be fallow. / I will be older in the marked / way we age, my hair unnoticeably / longer. The leaves will have…
1. // A letter you nonchalantly put on the mantel / and forget about. This is sleep deprivation, adulthood: / the handwriting you have wondered…
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