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    I am aware I’ve been misled. I detach my heart from the sound of tires and of course it isn’t a compass and that’s why I’m always getting lost, why he never let me drive my car because I might see a movie stub in the middle of the street. Probably from some romantic comedy we ...
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    I’m much too thin; ask me if I’m sick, the kind of sick where my breathing isn’t right. Nothing naturally in time, everything unsteady. And just now you’ve realized one of us will die first because you stepped on my foot while we were dancing. We aren’t through, but maybe you shou...
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    Do you think you could breathe a little bit softer? Inhaling with my footsteps, living where three minutes is two-hundred seconds, sounds like you're always running. I found the board game Sorry! on the bedside table where the clock should've been, along with a jar of olives under ...
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    I’ve decided I don’t love you because you didn’t wash the dishes. All of the plates had stale wedding cake stuck to them, so I smashed them over your head and tucked the pieces into our bed sheets. This felt like what people do on nervous reality shows to make statements. You’ve ...
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    Since I stopped eating carrots, I can’t see people until they’re up close. I’ve gotten so afraid of crowds and I told you I shouldn’t go out, but I’m still sorry you didn’t have fun at that party where everyone went behind closed doors like scared fish. Kole Tang. Corydoras. Kole...
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    I lay down different kinds of spoons on the floor like mousetraps, filling them with the pills that killed my mother, listening to the rattle-hum of her old Big Chill. I want a new refrigerator. Except electricity is loud, and I'm the only one who realizes it's easier to think in the d...
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    I heard that you went out last night, looking as if the entire landscape could melt with your body heat. I stayed home, took a Vicodin hoping to inspire enough human qualities to be classified as such. Suddenly, I knew how the girl that ran away on the train felt when she didn’t look...
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    I don’t know if you remember the voicemail; the one left because the news was on, but when I listened to it I could tell at that hour you were walking down our street from the old punk rock club and every sound was too loud: Your voice, the piano off-key from when we danced on it, the rain...
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    The day the church pianist went missing, the air became almost too thin for breathing as if he had taken it with him, so that no one could sing. Do not blame my sister, who sleeps all day, because she stills sings like a bird; And we have resorted to sign language, if only to remember ...
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    Most days, all I do is watch the sky; how planes land from the roof of my tree house in Ventura, ears ringing from the feeling that something I could have prevented is about to happen or has already happened. Sometimes it happens this way: standing in a vast, dim room we had negotiat...
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    Wednesday you came home prattling on about the mannequin you’d pilfered from the mall. Listen. I’m going dress it up like Doris Day and paint it. I sprinkled salt on the floor and pretended it was Christmas. For weeks, I sat on the living room floor making snow angles while you fluttered ...
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    You see I’ve got this American Love, the last pretty thing in this world, who innocently gave his heart to anyone taking a second look, as I spent my summer diving to the bottom— I dig my grave, but I cannot bear to step inside. You leave at the turn of autumn with an empty su...
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    I saw you the other day, in a car that resembles the likeness of the taxi you last rode away in. I gave away an impulsive smile and a half-hearted wave, as if we were old friends who'd decided keeping calendars was a messy business, as if you hadn't been carried away in the flooding o...
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    When it became apparent recycled air shortened the lifespan of your letters, I stopped replying; The thought of being nothing more than a grocery list of a dinner for three was enough for me to briefly wonder who else was invited— and it made me feel as if I were drowning drowning...
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    The City of our apartment, had known me as a flower child of professional wall drawings and candied curls. As the world became flatter, my obsession with china dolls grew in time to dim the summer haze, and dancing, to music only I could hear, had gone out of style. A hollow misunder...
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    I write to you as someone who starts the day just to close the curtains, thinking about all we’ve given up; like countless Sunday nights spent lying on the edge of a star, neither of us wasting our visit with a wish because we had all we wanted, but maybe I should have wished for foreve...
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    He had met the Unknown, sitting in their usual chair, in a bar that was as gloomy as the misting dawn when he goes home. He asked the Unknown questions—if that is what they are— To be answered directly, simply, By night itself. Questions: about why his dog ran away when he was n...
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    A victim of second-hand breakdowns: the simple explanation for my tolerance of bad impressions— a fragile character made under intoxicated conditions. Honey soaked words dripping with ignorance; with a tongue like a nightmare, a boy who never thinks for himself, pointing a finger he can’t...
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    Because the rain was particularly insistent today, a rebellious pelting against the tin roof over your head, the road became a slick shadow of water. Round shapes of the brightest colors were left to be pitied with clouded eyes— None worth the time of his wobbling red wagon— Checkered r...
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    They lived in a fairy tale, too far away for us to find. A Pink Palace built upon cracked cinder blocks; For a hundred years, under painted palm trees of peeling wood. White roses flaring among thorns along the splintered frame of the only doorway for miles. They lived briefly like ...
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    The souls of my black shoes with lovely drawings on the sides and indecisive shoe laces are being rubbed to pieces, by a force controlled only when you aren’t as close as you are. Clanking metal pounding my eardrums into hearing the silence of panic; a fluttering of butterfly wings blind...
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    You yelled until breathing became a chore And I took it in sullen silence. With my hair acting as a curtain over my face, Because I’m done with your bad impressions. A victim of second-hand breakdowns, I sat and traced the flowered pattern of the couch. I had wanted to hold you and hit...

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