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Huff and puff
Amazing how cold it gets in Chicago on a Tuesday. Watching palm trees die on Lake Michigan would be more sad than not having them at all. And loneliness becomes a game having … Continue reading
Well, since you asked…
Accumulation of vacation days in the cold months a kid’s ice cream is melting in Rio. Planning trips for the holidays and seeing mother’s new charger plates wasteful wealth rings itself in. I’ve been hesitant to use sick days feels like … Continue reading
Black Hole
We could’ve stayed up until the crickets fell asleep, until whispers of those who complain about dry rain stopped. It’s filthy in here, the way rain water collects dirt off tire treads, coating the boots of 30-somethings in teddy bear … Continue reading
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Waves
Crash like fingertips to skin Crash like ice We’re still living Moving on the ledge Still Not living right You and I crash into pieces Pollinating the sheets Closer to the ledge Waiting Crash like rear view reflections Crash like … Continue reading
Do it more
It didn’t bother me that you lied. Only that You believed the truth was going To hurt more. When you talk to me these days I wonder If I am able to trust my feelings.
Hum
You put yourself at a disadvantage when you start your day hours after the sun.
Think I remember
I skipped with my daughter the other day. Carelessly. We chased the air with each leap, bouncing amazingly free. She smiled and laughed, asking if dad would be watching us from afar. He would. Kettle corn puffed just under our … Continue reading
Useless
I would have you over for dinner. But I don’t cook. And you don’t like to eat much.
Soaking
Sitting in the rain doesn’t make the tears go away. This only makes you wetter. And isn’t the point of releasing pain meant to make you feel well? It shouldn’t be so hard to get better.
Yeah it do
Let me sleep in and replay my subconscious inquiries I have powerful dreams where monkeys drive cars and do the unexpected things like play road kill or snatch babies when moms aren’t looking I’ve seen bulls leap over … Continue reading
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