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My Last Night

I charred their bones that night when I let the snow fall up my nose. Convincing myself that falling stars were meant to breathe in like the Indian breeze is meant for scorched skin. My sin was begging for snow. … Continue reading

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Tornado Warning

Distant, coursing, surrounded by a gust. Those winds, do I miss them? Harbouring onto a plank made for two bodies, I know of two bodies. Of water, of air. I shiver– I shivered in the darkness. Control, shift, delete those … Continue reading

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Repetition

He was weary, growing weak under abandoned sconce light as the arms shift sideways– a diameter too fatal to count how many nights she needed to live. Pieces of us were left, cradled like two bags of tea; one for … Continue reading

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grasped under your beat

and i wonder if you took my hand, all those days when feet were bare and callused, could it all have been erased between branches grasped under your beat? but we can last in our obsolete. but we’ve made it … Continue reading

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break fast guillotine

pavement, pavement, money in hand, sinking in solitude, away, away from their forms, their judgement it’s sweet it’s ripened i’m sourpuss it’s octopus saturated, saturated in glittler, sugar coated, tear the legs one by one, two, three, four to eight … Continue reading

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I’m Here Again

It’s remembering why you left that reminds you why you’re here. The pavement pulls on memories like trying to pull your cat from his rest. It’s painful because you want to forget. It’s painful because you’d rather rest. Nothings changed. … Continue reading

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To the Right

These palm trees don’t sway right in the wind that doesn’t sting like Chicago. I can’t remember if thats where I began. My spirit came alive where                                     the air                                           was salty                       … Continue reading

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vowed to be aching

it’s a ritual to ideate this failure and i realize the transgression but romanticism weeps just the same as the honeymoon depletes my funds so all thats left are shriveled petals and photographs from a ceremony where i couldn’t stop … Continue reading

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One Year Later

The nonce doesn’t matter As i revisit those steps Along the prairie. Hopes can only float in water When chance stops relying on fate And anonymous ballads Fall backwards on the tree trunk Along the creek. Its only in these … Continue reading

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Sentencing Lala

High is when the temperature is Fashionably late and your heart Is the strobe cruising along the Arabian sea knowing you can Drive to Dubai from Kannur Within a day through the water Held in a bottle of eye drops … Continue reading

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