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slipping down reaching clawing wet hands bloody hands reaching grasping in the slick slip mud slide down the pitch right to the edge right to the edge hang on hang on hang on hold on too late falling done falling … Continue reading
I’d hoped we could be friends. I’d hoped we could be more. Maybe you’d leave your wife. Maybe I’d leave my husband. Maybe we’d buy a little shelter together, past the burned out Walmart and maybe I’d suckle six fat … Continue reading
Disastrous and wounding; there are layers of toxicity confounding all the potential hope between us. How can I possibly fix things if you won’t even let me talk? Put away your gun words, your knife words, your fist words, even … Continue reading
In another language, another lifetime, in another place, if I were someone else and not me I would be able to find the words that mean homesick for an idea. Homesick for the remembrance of something lost. I would be … Continue reading