some days i am a sparrow dancing from foot to foot on the branches trilling another unnecessary ode to her some days i am a storyteller rambling from metaphor to metaphor in the lines spewing another insipid tale of me i scream cut off bits to smear across the screen snarling spitting rage sorrow suffering […]
i remember spending the whole day so concentrated on her because i couldn’t be there sending all of my love through message to make up for the lack of proximity in the end it was what i didn’t do that mattered more than the intent i applied if i could do it differently my instinct […]
the optometrist asked me to read the lines of random letters in progressively smaller fonts until i fell inside myself looking at the random scars and open wounds in search of sense she found my myopic internal view of the cavernous hell that resides within my mental landscape is twenty-twenty while my ability to see […]
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