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august

  // Brimming with their secrets, the way everything is the answer, opaque and boundless until you split it open and swim inside it. Take refuge, pitch a tent. Drink in until every inch is uncovered, until every breath bruises. … Continue reading

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“life rocked me, ultra-softly”

They should love me. I mean, maybe they do, but I don’t even know what it is. You spend your whole life thinking you’re not getting it, people aren’t giving it to you. Then you realize they’re trying and you … Continue reading

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evenings from my bathtub

And from the gutted ivory I birthed an immense quiet. In the lateness, the walls and the tiles stretching, sinking into a greater configuration. There were the hollows beneath my tongue, caverns deeper than moons, than the ends of god. … Continue reading

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Nostalgia

Memories as milk-light, as dissolving sugar, right eye bruised. Being young, I feel that my years are divided into halves where, in the first half, I become aware of something about life or myself and am left to understand/cope with … Continue reading

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