Afforded

She breaks a wine bottle against the cornerof the post office that they are walking pastthat night after the party. Her friends are adjustingtheir dresses by the bushes that ring with musicfrom the legs of all the grasshoppers. A wolf wanders into an abandoned townwhere a statue of a revolutionaryis in pieces on Main Street […]

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Contrast

The beginning of her dayis when the morningbecomes the early afternoon,and the yellow leaves have gatheredat the base of all the trees.The shadows castwere always stronger this way, andthe contrast between everything was greaterthan the need to simply seethe empty corners of the room.She waited on a wooden benchfor her friendout on the preservewhere different […]

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Death Ray

Glaciers, like ice cubes in a glass,are cut apart by lasers in the sky.Nobody watching silently on the shore,as the red column of light comes downon the frozen water, has any ideawhat is happening.People get nostalgic when they see somethingtruly larger than they are. It’s probably whythese cities pull us in. The beam penetrates deep […]

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Decoration

This day is like a paperweight,decorative and barely even functionalsince I don’t work in the wind,but I begin by taking stockof all the hazel mothsthat lurk around the lanternhanging loosely from a hookoutside the window. She stands barefoot on the train trackslike she doesn’t fear the cold at least a little.She bites the end of […]

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Every Person That You See

She was somewhere but I somehowcouldn’t see her in that graveyardwhere she found mewhen I ran away from homeso long ago. When I drove a taxi for a whileI took this thief out to his joband when I dropped him offhe didn’t pay the fare.I didn’t care thoughhe seemed cool enoughand besides I would be […]

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Quiet Side

The pixelated faces in the picture don’tchange anything. Everyone’s aware of whothey were. One of them once told a teacherthat she thought the world neglected allthe wrong things, and this doesn’t reallyprove that she was on to something,but if she was I think that vision diedwith her. Our greatest symbols are used to sell usback […]

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Wounded

The foliage is shyly undressing itself whileall of nature slows its footsteps in its beauty.The public spaces are polite and quiet,people in light coats read alone on bencheswhile couples go on walks around the downtownnever spending any money. The meters have all been removed and sohave all the toll roads and the numbers inNew York […]

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