Tomorrow

Streetlights get tangled up in tree branches making shadows that look like you did in the dark. I chase those silhouettes with my eyes hoping not to lose sight of them as my car rounds corners on the roadway. The radio is nothing but overblown warnings about the storm to the west, and how it’s […]

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Tendons

She is holding her hips and complaining about how her back hurts. They lean against the wall together and look into the same book, wide open in his hands. The heavier the burden the more likely the tendons in their knees will slowly pull apart, and leave them on the ground in all the pain. […]

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Ostrich Enclosure

Walking out of the tunnel there’s an enclosure for some ostriches. They pull feathers out of their sides which draws blood that dries black and sticks tightly to their skin. While hoping for time they all work away their darker thoughts, and do everything they can to coat the walls in apathetic glances. In desperation […]

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Gashes In The Metal

Bodies rotate in the river and are carried by the current to the ocean. No one even noticed they were falling. There are gashes in the metal that look like they were made with giant blades, and she holds her hand against one while she waits. Air hockey tables on free play take up space […]

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The Candles

Everyday to them is the same day, and the landlords argue about jagged lines on maps that don’t even sync up with reality. We are in a painting that moves, where we get to choose, and all that ever counts is that decision. Card players drink wine in private cellars with nothing older than what […]

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Memory

Indoor staircases echo like the inside of a can. The flyers on the wall are upside down. They stand in groups separated by conversations about drinking and tests. Bare foot girls with their hair loosely tied back sit on the floor under their doorways. Laying on her bed she puts her legs up in the […]

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Overstimulated

Empty benches line the sidewalk and the lights above them flicker like a screen. The windows across the store fronts look like darkness. They don’t expect the rain to show up until the end of the week so the convertible seats all sleep out under the moths and bats. Power lines make more noise than […]

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