Cornered

The roads keep getting widerand the spiders in the cornerstake their webs down and leavethe whole town because there’s nothingthere to wrap up and devour.We both are standing in the showerwith our eyes closed as the misttakes over everything around us.She is drawing on the fogged up glassdoor with her fingers making faces likethey were […]

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Midst

Remember when you thoughtthis was forever? She asked himas they pulled onto the highwayand the whole sky up above themlooked like something ran a knifestraight through the clouds.He had his doubts that they would make itbut as the list of things that saved themkept increasing there was no wayto deny that they were lucky.All the […]

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Foster

What’s the point of imagining anythingwhen it’s all laid out in front of us on demand?Even Tolkien has been replicated to infinity. How many more space operas do we needbefore we perfect the Lucas format,and enjoy that like it finally deserves? So many channels full of commercialslaced with every minor detail that ensuresyou will feel […]

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Middle

Washed up like broken bottle pieceson a beach where no one visitsbecause the sunlight there is like a starefrom someone you have always disappointed.Rusted fences and tucked away peoplepaid almost nothing to be left alonebut not forgotten by the board roomspulling strings with all the ringslaced over fingertips.They go to bars where all the girlsare […]

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Exile

I figured I’d get up earlyand get a little bit aheadof where I thought I’d be.Feeling for shells with my feetin the waist deep waterthat is moving independently.The crows showed mewhat it looked like in the skybefore it cried acrossthe city and filled up the openpotholes like the streethad somehow found a way to heal.Empty […]

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Evening

Engine screams break silenceslike ice chips in a bucketand all the flowers she stolefrom the beds out in frontof the shoe store are dyingwhere they’re planted in the dirt.She wears only my shirtas she waters them and bothers themwith all her quiet questions.I guess she isn’t that unthoughtfulabout their time but she goeson and on […]

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Immortals

There is a statue of a gamblerout front where all the pigeonsgo to peck at stones and stareout past the slowly fading roadside.This city has a tradition of immortalizingbad luck on forever so no one elsecan make it any better.There is a woman with thinning hairand a gut that she keeps tuckedinside her sweatpants.She is […]

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