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Tying KnotsWe were still nowhere near the campsite when Sandra told me that she had a story about a ticket. She wouldn't tell me anything else, but she seemed to let herself glow.Tying Knots
We're all leaning on logs around the campfire, listening to Maury tell a story while the light outside creeps away. When I bent to tie my shoe, I found a ticket stub under my foot. It was muddy but I could still see how pink it had been when it was dropped there. In the campfire, the ticket is melting into the palm of my hand and I'm so motionless it's as if the ticket isn't there- like I've used it. I whisper Sandra's name but she's watching Maury like he stole h
by ~PlatoPushpin
ApplauseI was late to the gig because I’d gotten the name of the restaurant wrong. The street was getting dark, headlights pushing shadows past my feet as I tried to make myself go fast enough. When I walked too quickly my shirt would brush the arm that was hanging off my body, motionless and freezing in its sling like whoever the arm belonged to was always upset.Applause
When I rushed into the place, there was some girl trying to eat the microphone, her voice grinding out of her mouth. You were sitting in the back, watching the door, and when you saw me you smiled. I tried to only let my grin come out on the side of my face you couldn
by ~PlatoPushpin
Top FloorI. Me My friends wanted to eatTop Floor
outside because the afternoon was scratching their ankles. I fell behind them, playing with a candy wrapper. They leaned against a bench, arguing as if they were trying to pour sound over each other.
I mumbled that there was something that needed to be said, folding the wrapper around the sides of my fingers. They were silent while I tried
to remember how to put my thoughts together properly, my hands pushing words through the air like dough.
When I stopped speaking it felt like I was folding up a map
by ~PlatoPushpin
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for now we are young1. i am not where you arefor now we are young
i stick my head out the window and write a letter just to tell you it is raining here
2. you are not where i am
it is night time and i am watching flowers explode in the sky
and my hands want your hands.
by *wonderlustqueen
ws3: naivete and thunderstormstoday i swam like an infant through water fogged in imitation of thick soft pearly cloud covers over our heads as if we slept down here in the earthen lands, and i turned over and twirled under and sliced through the ripples and dipped my head beneath the fountain so it drummed one-two-one-two joyful in my tangled hair.ws3: naivete and thunderstorms
i felt like an exotic jungle sylph and all the self-conscious shit-swarm of voices tugging at the edges of my brain could not reach me under there, under that water, beneath this black bathing suit i still wear that clings to every unattractive tuck and roll of my body (gymnasts don't have to be human i suppose) l
by =IAmPhoenixMoth
your son is breaking.your son leans against the mailboxyour son is breaking.
to watch the tourists from the east
his eyes burn their backs as they go
he puts himself in space where he does not belong, hatches chicks in the sun to hear their tangled lullabies
your sun practices pirouettes and there is something missing from the circle of his fragile arms
by ~iLISI
A: keine Kinder im runden Mundsir, he says, sir- sir looks at him he says what do you want boy boy says can i ask you something and sir says what do you want boy?A: keine Kinder im runden Mund
if i asked you to t-to ..........boy hesitates, dot. dot. dot.
his heart is like wind in his ears, where did his pulse go?
he doesn't remember. are those stars?
and you hear silence, and breath,
and the iron clattering to the ground taste of tension in mouths long used to silence.
well come on boy sir says, i ain't got all day i got somewhere to go don't waste my fuckin time, boy--
and boy's eyes, these bright
by =IAmPhoenixMoth
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