Framework

I hope you get it all right and find a way around these sorry people who believe that every day is meant to make the most of what is forced on you for the inclusion in a club that’s broken anyway. No amount of landlines shaped like anything but phones can now atone for all […]

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Birthright

I watch time lapses of water carving out rock formations over several decades, and when they’re over I will switch to simple towers being built for several months. I hold the gun she gave me up to the light and get a feeling for the sights then give it back and tell her it is […]

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Practical Construction

He went to her house one day just a few weeks after they had met as plus ones on opposite halves of a reception. She was making taffy in the kitchen and all the scattered cookware and ingredients were like chaotic towers of messes left for later. He asked her why she bothered with all […]

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Still

My eyes flicker when I close them and I think its because this world has got me reading in the dark with just the bright screen in my hand, the one and only spark of something we believe in. I watch the morning birds on the lower fence and stretch my neck along with them […]

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Rogue

He fucks up the trick on purpose despite the waves of good advice he gets from the gallery sitting on their boards behind a curtain of smoke. He knows they’re probably right since they can see it from the outside, but to him he wasn’t anything if he didn’t arrive on his own at the […]

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Wishing Wells

There is a cold quadrant of my brain that cannot stop fixating on the small things, I can’t even understand the directions of the street signs that I only must rely on because I keep dragging myself out here every time. I am envious of the people who grew up with parents that never let […]

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Epilogue

I dream about a chess board that bleeds when all its pieces move across it. I listen for the plastic wrappers collapsing in the palms of people’s self conscious fists as they try to cover up what they have done. I don’t know what we’re hiding from, but the corners of our eyes have been […]

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