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Summer in Houston Locked in a grid of freeways and fast food Four of us caffeinated just to keep up with the speed of the cars I’d call shotgun every time We couldn’t play the music loud enough Turned all the way up and screaming every lyric to distract ourselves from the fact that we had nothing else better to do Always ended up in the same place The only 24 hour spot with a barista who’d fill our cups with 9 drinks worth of caffeine We paid him under the table

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Go ahead

Obscure yourself

The pinhole is enough

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Scrape away the exaltation from his name I’d rather love a lonely boy than a lonely man

I’m out of breath Could be the wrong place at the wrong time

I don’t want to be the cure for a broken heart One day I may think of him the way he’s been thinking of her

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compassion com passio with suffering

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Angel, before you go

Please leave a feather

To remember

Let me sink into the earth and feel the world turn

I might see you in another life

Another place without cages or walls

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nightmare

Sunken amongst dense cushions Effortlessly suspended between days and dreams With a glance towards the door a tapestry of vague texture comes into focus A distant bell chimes Stories woven of sylvan romance Bent branches reach over thin streams and pale legs Youth immortalized but withered into limp threads The trickling of water heard beyond the walls

A drowsy drape of flowers lace the air Disrupted as slow limbs bend to stand up A final graze of the cushion warmed by slumber The ends of fingers lift from silken braids As feet step onto slick stone And eyes widen with stimulated senses Surrounded by objects precious but unrecognized for purpose or history A lithe stone woman cradles her flute glancing towards an unknown thought Her song unheard and her story buried Her image only seen as a vain reflection A rhythm of strumming seems to retreat

Skin exposed to tepid air The only sign of life in this scene of silk and stone A box is opened and cloths blindly drawn to blend back into the room A step through the dark threshold And another fondle of fabric Opening to a bright space centered by a heavy wooden table Illustrious in its intricate carving of lines and curves Broad legs rooted into the ground A lush rug poured out to the very edges of the room Where pillars of wood stretch up to the ceiling Separated by faded paintings whispering long tales of nameless places

Silver platters hold stacks of fruits and caramel Enough to satisfy throngs of people But available only to the one who takes a single bite and leaves the room Thoughtlessly moving through room after room A body only used to touch and smell and taste and hear Language a forgotten concept Happening upon a group of soundless people Simple smiles each content with the surrounding sensations Hands murmur with a lack of thought in a thick smoke of apathy An interlocking maze of lounging bodies The beating of a low drum concealed beneath the floor

Eyes only moving to watch the patterns lining the four wide walls With every shift of view appears another lavish layer The edges of the room go unnoticed Nothing is tense or taut With aimless caresses disinterest arises and another room beckons Each room a sprawl of comfort and a limit of liberty Laying amongst a flood of cushions and kettles Walls of books without endings Their words without need to be read The same stories written again and again Room after room with intermissions of sleep Dreaming of dancing in sunlight Eyes opening to opaque ceilings Living in false memories A symphony always out of reach

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plane passengers

Two women slowly kissed A man watched as one drew her fingers through the other’s hair

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Unaware of where I end and you begin With a longer night I’d take my time You swiftly flip me over I lose track of grazing hands Your eyes flicker into madness Dilated pupil in a quivering iris I only catch a glimpse Before our mouths return to each other’s necks Such blind fierceness I could devour you

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three years ago

I sat in that park a short walk from min far’s Dragging the smoke and exhaling Imagining my weakness rise through my throat and dissipating through the leaves

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happiness?

a bright stochastic life? a richly grounded life?

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I could be in constant transition No uneasiness anticipating the possibility Absolute assuredness that change would come Faith found in a train station

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Waking up to the glow of your skin that morning I realized I could never touch all of you at once At least not with such ease and warmth as the sun did reaching through my window

But when our hands melt together And I taste the color of your lips It’s the sun that should envy me

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dear siri

Will there be away for you to just read what I’m thinking transcribe my thoughts I really not like to have to figure out what words to use that really represent what I’m thinking vocabulary feels very doll right now

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If I could

I’d grow myself so my hands were six foot one to touch all of you at once

Then I’d shrink to fit onto your tongue and swim in whatever it is that makes your lips taste so sweet

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dear siri

This is one of those times where I don’t know how to do anything except what I’m told

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Walking home

My reflection is only as familiar as a stranger’s

It shocks me to remember that I’m not invisible

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CP

City Paper Cheese Pizza Child Pornography Communist Party Corduroy Pants Cobblestone Path

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