Bea, I’m coming home.
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Ding ding ding!
The “brother” is a fascinating animal. Despite common assumptions, he does not always find his herd by being […]
The tanks left tracks in the snow. They rolled down the street with no destination, their only goal was to announce their authority.
He retrieved the ball and kicked it across the field lacklusterally. rather than return to his rest beneath the sycamore tree, he rushed towards the boys. a thick sole of memory foam compressed itself against the can. and just like that, there went my crush.
And, as we prepared a meal together every night, garlic was solely crushed one way in my childhood household: a hyper-specific kitchen item, sold for one use and one use only: crushing garlic cloves.
And boy, did we use it.
10:36. Damn it.
Once again, I have overstayed the welcome of my car, forgetting the impermanence of my 15 minute break.
I was no longer just myself. My skin was full of openings, and the day poured through them freely.
Thank you, dummy, see you soon
so much that i could almost repenetrate
the surface of Hudson river and breathe
again!
“Is this your first time using?”
I thrash like a fish caught on a hook
long after the pain is gone.
By summer, they would bear heavy fruit. Red, ripe, and gleaming like truth finally unearthed. The neighbors would marvel and say the soil here must be special.
Hands full of nothing, placed in their ever growing pile.
Still, when he smiles at you the next day, for just a moment, your chest opens. The sun catches the glass of the kitchen window and turns everything gold. It doesn’t last, but it’s enough.
I think I’m falling in love with you.
Now that I drown in Autumn’s descending light, do you find me repulsive, unbearable to glimpse at?
Sometimes you feel that love is the kind of thing you have to get good at.