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too many nights spent deadpan at the kitchen table with my skinny cat where milk becomes the subterfuge, or at worst the lactose stratagem in which the disconnect between our brains and what will happen to my hips and what will happen to her throat is negotiated at length creating a fake resin which mends the cracks in the sticky table

tonight’s prayer will be my last for you contempt has taken your place in this home how am I supposed to stand the buzzing squeal of the airplane overhead. When I can only imagine your blood rushing against the current, The consonance of the sea burnt into your flesh The tide broken by your last breaths harpooned pebbles thrown for play at your death bed you're a fish now but i promise you, i will never look at Him again (you fake, you liar) the peeling glue from the glittered construction pa...

back of the store journey through the cross-fade lights. a missed connection makes us stumble to the broken rock on which we waited for the death cab. in truth, we’re only temporary amnesiacs

watch out for white folding over the filmstock in technicolor, panchromatic flush, short of any additives. you'll never process, you white parade i wish you'd live up to the emptiness of your name. but when the red light shuts and i go home, my toes in white sands isn't the worst thing in the world.