My hair grew 4 inches this weekend.
I am blossoming like a witch,
like a plant by an open window,
The plums on my skin fade into pale daffodils.
soft marble movie, on repeat, the seats empty.
This year, the presents are on top of the christmas tree.

Chapter 1
My name is Edward Lincoln.
My father chose my name. My mother wanted to name me Jesse, but my father thought Jesse was a name for a homosexual.

Chapter 2
My mother was white.
My father was a negro.
The day they were married my father's mother blew her head off with a shotgun.
My mother's mother only had a nervous breakdown.

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its better by leadbelly
and even better by Brautigan.

the bottom floor is overgrown with trees, a baby grand piano cob webbed under the oaks. wolves roam, hungry and warm--protecting the sound of my childhood ( Read more... )

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and I will summon you into the kitchen, then the walk-in, where I will drench myself in half n half and cranberry sauce and plea for pardon. and by pardon I clearly mean his heart.

come see this show. both shows...

If I were to eat you, now i mean eat ( Read more... )

I would like to crawl into an Avett Brothers' sandwich.

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why don't mothers raise these kinds anymore?

Tonight, parading around with a pool stick wedged between my legs I realized summer was over, and it was okay, and I hit a solid into a hole ( Read more... )

welp, time for another semester full of intuition, headaches, cold libraries, and naps under open faced novels. see you on the grass.

will someone please jump start my pen ( Read more... )