Colder

When nothing feels goodlike it should and there isfrost spreading out fromthe center of the windowyou can look and seeit walking through the tree linepast the lake up to the glass.A moose with bleeding antlersafter fighting others getting in the way.It rounds the corner and knockssnow off the roof when it collideswith the side of […]

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Noise

All the half awake drivers watch the spireat the top of the police station.They ignore the lights since they don’ttell them anything they don’t already know.How to stop and go is writtenon the dashboard in black nail polishthat she used to put on every timehe picked her up, before she put him down. They’re both […]

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Undertow

The damaged drain backs the water upso the sink spills over its coppery edgeand starts to flood the whole apartmentlike a tidal wave from inside solid walls.The cat jumps from table, to counter,to desk chair, and foot stool to avoidthe creeping water line that cries upall the walls like in a fish tank.The book case […]

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Bigfoot

They think they see me all thesepeople, in this desperate town,that write about me every dayon gray paper that melts awaywhen it gets rained on. I bit open a deer skullon a bike path and the crunchrang out so loudit made some people screamwhile at their picnic tableall the flies around stucksickly to their food. […]

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Clouded

I don’t remember when I fell asleepbut this must be a dream where nothing’s calling.I’m walking down alonga river bank I do not knowwhere I can see the skeletonof a thirty pack caught up in a tree.I do not recognize the beerbecause the cardboard is decayingin the rain. There’s a fish flopping in pain in […]

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Marks

There’s a barely hanging branchand I’ve been waiting just to see itfinally fall, but it refuses to.The cold mornings make the towna bit distorted and any wind that touchesskin is like a fire. They run a wire from the power lineinto the center of her head,and keep assuring me that everything is fine.I can’t tell […]

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Essentials

I don’t want to blindly follow anymore.All these endless downward stairstowards what I’m not allowed to knowat any moment and still they try to sell mepurely on the altitude. She’s wearing a t-shirt with a facethat is smiling while all the numbersshe is dialing are to peoplewho don’t even careto just pick up the phone. […]

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