03.03.2004
Rants
Story-time. How about the time I left my head in a tremendous city. The city, of course, is unnamed. Names fall off the city every time a new baby shows up squatting beside the fire hydrants. So my baby, these cities—count them—are somehow a reconstitution of the present situation: God’s Government, but I [...]
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For Charlie
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01.30.2004
Milestones
It goes like this. The floor is covered in sheets. Not your sheets and they crunch and you’re laughing laying there, adjusting to someone , not sure if his eyes are blue or green, pale though, and smug. There’s no looking at him, so turn around. How warm everything is because his hands are cold. You’re hating [...]
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For Charlie,
Letters to Who
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