That fucking email that I sent. I wish I could delete it, like that scar on my leg from where I ran backwards over the Rain-bird at summer camp when I was ten, and the fact that I’m hungry even though I just ate lunch, and that now I feel better having had some almond… Continue reading Quarter-Twenty Cap Screw
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Trees and Light
Running through the woodsstone fences melting into greenmy feet flying overtrees and lighttrees and light At Lincolnville beach the rocks aresun-warm and hard to walk oncold water rising up my legsgrey mud squished between my toes The old road leads to where / I’ve never been therethree steps nailed into the tree by the shedcorn… Continue reading Trees and Light
Take Me With You
I did not feel safe.I ran like I was on fire.Looking inward, I saw a pile of red sticks I could not feel your blood beating.I ranI ran in circlesI ran wildLooking inward, we were strangers I was running.I was crushed, red, and small.Feel the back of my headWhere the cracks are Looking inward, I… Continue reading Take Me With You