Raised up from soft white dust, sticks for brains, rocks for eyes, built with the boys I trust, head, shoulders, knees, and toes I dove in your snow guts. Sticks sliced brains, rocks rammed eyes ground apart by scorched hands. Knees, shoulders, head, and toes thinned into threshed lake sands.
We were a book, bound by your parchment-ality, twice-folded beneath empty promises, only meant to last four leaves, a quarto volume of the past year a book, bound by needle and thread, pages tethered but never aligned. Sticky fingers, we glued our signatures together a book, bound by an unt
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On Wednesday, the farmers down the road copiously sprayed their phosphorus and nitrogen onto the soil like it was a 21-spice seasoning on a mediocre meal, meant to enhance and elevate averageness. They probably believed that if plants had souls, the extra flavor would save them *** Someday
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pickpockets in a crowded metro. Speed-ticketed or even in the heart of it- the bleeding heart of the place that pioneered my love legal- Amsterdam taxi driver spat in my face, a slur of silent canals trickled down cheeks and to the right of the road. by: Justin Kneeshaw
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You’ve finally turned eighteen. What a monumental age to be; something of importance to brag about to your younger siblings when they complain about how many more privileges you get. Your friends pick you up and compliment how you’ve done your hair, pulled it up into a high ponyta
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