She looked at me like she had other things to do. Things that had stacked up for days while waiting for me to show, the way she never expected i would. I might have asked for coffee if she were anyone else. As it was we went to the portch and squinted at eachother in the blistering heat, feeling our skin boil and talking carefully around eachothers ( Read more... )

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My walk-in moods are high, and i have not seen you for days ( Read more... )

In you i can feel my heart begin to break, and it is in the cracking that my thoughts linger, as the biting of a pear in just the wrong season sends my teeth to fits of giggles. It is in you that days and nights exist for more than just the birds with wide eyes. More than just the wet grass which between the curves of my toes has eaten into my soul ( Read more... )

( of which i have none )

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( if my unicorn were lonely, would you sit with it? )

i want someone who's not afraid of me.

in other words, i want someone who's

not afraid of themselves.

Tonight...i can feel my knees. And they are coarse and dry to the touch. And i sit with them facing the wall, the doorway, the counter and i imagine there pressence in my every-day life and scoff at them. How i abhore them. How little they are to me. How cold and unfamiliar they seem to be though if you were to ask i should say i've known them all ( Read more... )

When the library doors open it sounds like it's raining. I hear the fountain over the top of my shoulder and think of being with people, instead of idly sitting online. I recount pictures in my head and pretend to press the keyboard like it were a type writer, and i were someone grand. I like it better that their faces are fuzzy behind my eyes, ( Read more... )