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The Songwriter

By : April 10, 2021 No Comment
“Is it me?” I ask, leaning my head on her shoulder. The music is loud in the other room, but here, on a couch forgotten by the party, I’m able to ask what I’ve been waiting to ask. “Is what you?” she asks, putting her head on top of mine. Her hair is soft, like someone put feathers on top of my head. The couch beneath me is broken. A metal beam pokes up from under me like an unwanted guest. I shift, but the metal beam persists. “The girl you wrote that song about, it’s me, isn’t it?” She’s quiet for a long time and I wait. I listen to the music flowing into the room, the bass deep as the ocean. For a moment I’m lost in the
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Purple

By : April 10, 2021 No Comment
The blues come and go like summer showers. They roll down my nose and into the tissue below. And the reds fade in and out. Girls with cheeks burning like embers stick around only when I’m at my lowest. People love to see me burn, but purple—when fire and frigid combine—it’s permanent. Mom was hot and cold at once. She wore a purple apron every day. Years later I feel her presence by the stove and I know I always will.
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Abnegation

By : March 16, 2021 Comments Off
Undetermined date, 20216:13 am “You understand me. We mirror each other. You’re what I see when I look in the mirror and I’m what you see when you don’t.” Undetermined date, 202111:27 pm I wrote something similar several years ago, right when you entered the hospital for the first time. And that was the last time, I think, that I wrote about you. And I didn’t tell you this morning, but you’re not wrong.  I am afraid. Not afraid of how your recovery looks or what you are doing, but afraid that it could be me, that it would be me. Your videos, your photos, your messages, your voicemails, your texts, your audio recordings—are what my brain feels like frequently—and I know that you know that. It scares me because
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August 23, Brewery

By : March 16, 2021 Comments Off
I thought you should know that I cut my nails this morning. I woke up earlier than she did, Restless, senseless waste of sleep Removed the nail polish you’d put on more than a month ago I know it’s not good to leave it on for that long But it’s also not good to smoke so many cigarettes Drink so much alcohol, caffeine Sit with your wallet in your back pocket Time to change your clothes And finally get rid of that cardigan you’ve had since middle school Striped, but only on the sleeves, horizontal, around the elbows Navy The guy next to me is circling things in the newspaper Jobs or apartments or things for sale or car advertisements or funny comics or interesting articles or crossword puzzle answers
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What Lies Ahead

By : March 10, 2021 Comments Off
This was it. The final obstacle between the knight, Merek, and the kidnapped princess. The tallest tower in all the land and all he had to do was scale it. Up, up, up to the window, several stories above his head and he’d have gotten further than all the other knights. Save for one. Merek spied the other knight’s crossbow bolts in the cobbled stone. Makeshift footholds, the knight Merek assumed as he wedged the toes of his boots where the uneven wall left spaces. To come so far, only to turn back? Merek could not fathom it. This other knight had brought back no princess and no explanation.  He reached the first crossbow bolt and looked back the way he’d come. Aster, his palomino mare no bigger than the
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Loves Me Not

By : March 9, 2021 Comments Off
“I like your hair.” You say to me. I shave my head that night when I go home and sweep the scraps into a plastic sandwich bag. I press it into your palm the next time you see me. (You love me) “I like your smile.” You tell me. I start with the baby tooth that didn’t have an adult tooth underneath it to grow up and push it away. I slide it across the table to you. By the time I get to my wisdom teeth, you’ve arranged my smile on the table. The barista calls your name for your coffee. “I’ll get it,” I say. The only sounds that make it out past my lips are the vowels. (You love me not) “I like your taste.”  There’s already
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