the confederate flag flies high in south carolina after a terrorist murdered 9 black people because they were black, people. the confederate flag flies high in south carolina after a terrorist murdered 9 black people because they were black, people. the confederate flag flies high in south carolina after a terrorist murdered 9 black people … Continue reading i am at half-mast
more cookies less operation freedoms less religion more 5-card stud more beauty less airbrush less hatred more pop tarts more cartoons less teeth whitening less mondaytuesdaywednesdaythursday more friday night more nightcaps less plastic surgery less me more world more slip 'n slides less ammo shacks less gender more drawstring waistbands more ping pong less bullying … Continue reading more & less
when someone who isn't obligated to care for you says about your evening runs — be careful out there, make sure you look for cars taking right turns and views blocked by hedges — you keep an eye out for blind spots & california stops & you write a little poem in your head on … Continue reading keen
you sent me text messages without apostrophes. and then: my heart has lots it’s patience. after that, no contraction here.
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how many people have you turned gay, she asked. my back straightened last straw thrown down gauntlet run – stupid statements: smart abatements.
75 over roads hardened with the past so we can drive forward, future-bound; a map’s line of the prairie, now me the plasma, it the veins – traveling through tinderbox plains, great with light and dark, at recess & expanse; playing with distance sway & wind – an ocean waves of ingrained splashes of tumbled-down … Continue reading open heart surgery
men's rights activist groups exist and i bash & bash & bash my head
i knew a girl once who thought love was about blame. she was always going off to jury duty.
a long object. a fence. tall in places. taller in others. chain-link & concrete, razor-wire & broken glass: depending on where it is you come up for air, for water, for more. you wonder, how your grandparents, salvador and louisa, made it across. you wonder, how did this fence go up, how could this happen. … Continue reading object of the human condition