Chewed Up LEGOs

Mental breakdowns happen all the time. They tell me, anyway, but I know it’s not like that really. The buzzing of a building chock full of old air conditioners seeps out onto the streets and confuses the bugs and the birds. I hold onto memories of holding her, but I know those are nothing but […]

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Window Ice

Give me all the cuts you’ve got stretching out across your palms. I want our hands to line up perfectly when they hold each other. Go out to the woods across from the three rusted silos, back on the old side of town, and try to get the humming birds to notice you. We’ll play […]

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Pieces

Transparent shapes roll across her eyes while she stretches out her back and reaches upward with her arms like there was something precious dangling above her. Damp missing puzzle pieces swell into soft caricatures of their former selves and no longer fit in with the rest of them. We suppose they could be dried off […]

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The Fight

Sometimes the only way not to get bit is to let the bugs crawl all over you. Take all that fear and disgust that sits vibrating at the bottom of your throat and channel it into taking control of your limbs. The centipedes will eventually get bored of your soft skin and move on to […]

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Night Under A Willow Tree

A couple of friends drove to the cemetery with dented shovels and some beer. They used tiny flashlights to scan the headstones in the areas where the moon wasn’t bright enough. Moths would scatter from the grave flowers when they felt the vibrations of their footsteps. The nectar in their stomachs bubbled and sloshed as […]

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From The Start

The beginning of my day starts with a detailed analysis of all my past pain. I dwell on it while I scrub the back of my legs in the shower. It can be anything from times people gave me weird looks because I said I liked something they didn’t, or maybe being yelled at by […]

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Parking Lot Scene

There’s a guy using two wrenches to drum on a metal mailbox that stands by itself in the parking lot of the local strip mall. This irritates the hockey coach in sunglasses trying to get cash from the drive through ATM about thirty yards away. He slaps the space above the cracked screen over and […]

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