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On The Occasion Of Your Anniversary
Peppermint on my tongue to wash away the taste of bourbon and cheap hotel rooms. In that place where sand touches water, the liminal space of borders, where one thing becomes another, I constantly find myself wanting to correct my … Continue reading
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Crisis
This brittle thing we had — like lace gone to ash from a slow burn. Pretty thing, but look at it twice and it’s dust. I don’t understand why you had to turn it all upside down — was it … Continue reading