Highway

Pointless trips to the East just to check in on things. The car a segment in a giant worm weaving it’s way across the landscape. The husks of old semi tires melt into the asphalt, like gum does when it’s left there. She is leaning against the window with her headphones on and I cannot […]

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Count

She fell asleep before the end of the movie. They got calls about the black spot branching out from the space underneath their air conditioner. They got a letter about how things were going in the part of the state where everything was wrapped up in mist from the woods. That’s where the leaves in […]

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Over Thought

Sanding the edges so they don’t cut into what slides across them. There is no sound tonight, but everything is listening carefully. They twist the dials and cycle through every pattern they have available until blades of light cut through the room, sharpened by the window panes. She runs her finger over the rings that […]

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Man Made Pond

Frayed rope hanging from hooks in the shed. A sandbox overgrown with weeds like a graveyard for half buried action figures forgotten about by their owners. Looking for rocks in the grass to protect spinning blades and the shade doesn’t cover enough to matter. They beg for one more chance to make it right, they […]

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Automatic

The water separates then runs together in the cracks in the floor. America is the kind of drunk that would stab himself between the ribs just to prove he doesn’t give a fuck. Sunny days are wasted one right after the other, and they expect it at their desks with their jet black daily planners, […]

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Questions

Foggy windows are great places for lines to be drawn. The store is always running out of sunflower seeds when she needs them most. There’s always a sign on the shelf expressing how sorry they are, but they never take the time to say it to her face. White knuckles are wrapped around the railings […]

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Packaging

New photographs out of yellow packaging scattered around the table. You fold one in half to take it with you and claim it’s for the spokes on your bike, but I thought that only worked with playing cards. They all know one more year of this won’t kill them, but when they go into their […]

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