i stare at the body while everyone else cries. my hand is still on the arm, but this isn't her arm anymore, this is an arm and that is a piano and outside there are rocks and she is somewhere else or gone, i don't know which and i suppose i never will. my mother cries and kisses the cheek and it seems absurd to me, but my face doesn't show it ( Read more... )

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the longest i've been away from pittsburgh was seven months. from here to baltimore is only a 5 hour drive, and with holiday breaks from school and dropping out of school and christmases and easters and mononucleosis and "this time gramma is going to die" moments it was usually only about two months before i'd end up back on my parent's porch ( Read more... )

here's to trust (and dodging big, ugly, boy-shaped bullets).

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on february 17th, ben and i will be staying at the luxurious Fort Pitt Motel. it is very close to the airport. we will be drankin and smokin and fuckin next to one of these:

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sunday at noon i have plans to learn how to use the cash register at a place who's store sign looks like this:


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