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I walk until my legs fall all over the ballrooms of Cambridge, wearing the bellbottoms and the yellow jacket, a space cadet I can tell the passers at the grocery that I am from the future. I make melodies on the chain link fence that stretches through the avenues I’ve detoured. The grocery I remember, the blinding rows of tomato cans that spread ( Read more... )

My mother said speaking to me was as if I had gone away.
I beg the stringed hearts to lead the way back home.

Spring thaw always hurts the most, except doctors wouldn't call it pain when it just feels like it's there; after not existing for so long I alone deem this a shocker. I've moved into my parents' kitchen for the final study period. The shadows are friendlier here, my nerves less debilitating, the lights are green and yellow, not the brutal white ( Read more... )

(I) Standing on the square in the middle of the soft, rainy day I’m a vagrant. Sometimes the people spin around me and the rain still lets in light. Sometimes I lose everything but myself & wish I could be anyone but me, and that makes me sad because everyone thinks I’m good but I could be so much better. (II) “My father died of leukemia,” the ( Read more... )

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(I) how staggering is this realization?/ "I looked at your face & it fell apart. When ( Read more... )

The first purple blossoms cracked earth. I told them I was sorry for not believing. Time had become an unraveling ribbon that I rode deliriously into empty space, with no light, no grass, no familiar sun just the fingertips of distant stars. but the seasons kept returning, & knocking even after others received no answer. They ask me to be happy. I ( Read more... )

(I) I'm thinking about Switzerland again, thinking how everything might be cold & clear there, everyone in pressed uniform, the streets scrubbed with bleach to rid of all those ambiguous forms that bother me. It must be so clean that the whole world sounds like running water. (II) That's how it stayed remembered, just how I used to think that all ( Read more... )

I slept at home this night, the sleep drenched in goosedown- I was picked in both arms, awaiting iron results; I'm chiseled like a Spartan. My mind floats too often; I forget what month it is. When it snowed I fled the night through the sparkling parking lot, spreading arms to the infinite winter, infinity ragged & clinging to my throbbing, ( Read more... )