Yesterday it was sixty degrees outside, so I took my bike out for the first time all winter. I biked across the river to return a pair of jeans I'd bought online the week earlier; it turns out that ... [+]
Yesterday it was sixty degrees outside, so I took my bike out for the first time all winter. I biked across the river to return a pair of jeans I'd bought online the week earlier; it turns out that ... [+]
Dear owl on my keychain,
Your round tummy
is a comfort to rub.
And now the painted
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Ten years from now, I will be thirty-one. I picture this future person as someone who clambers out of bed every morning, wearing only boxers. His joints are stiff, and his newly-wedded wife will hea ... [+]
A week before he told me he'd probably fuck other people over the summer, I almost said I loved him — more accurately, I loved his room.
We were lying in Mateo's bed, the twin-sized one all
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In these blue sheets, I've become
Heated butter
Jellied candy
Marshmelloed
A new liminal
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I was going to my university when I saw this lady in the subway. So confident and beautiful, humming ... [+]
We are both standing on the beach. You like the ocean because you think it can drown all you ... [+]
‘Getting old', Vyncor thought, ‘has been my worst decision yet'. He stretched and felt each of the gnarled knots of pain that ran through his back and neck, twisted up like tangled fishing lines. He ... [+]
"The work of the eyes is done. Go now and do the heart-work on the images imprisoned within you."
― Rainer Maria Rilke
I sit in front of him watching him like the painting that hangs in a
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Let's play house, you said
Quick, come in here, we can be quiet, you said
You closed the doo
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I'm a hypochondriac.
Although wouldn't it be just like a hypochondriac to try and diagnose themselves as a hypochondriac? A medical and philosophical conundrum, to say the least.
My dread of
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"Where the hell are we going anyway?" Cynthia asks Jess in a stern tone.
We've been on the road for several hours, stuck in Jess's mini cooper listening to nothing but Harry Styles and Miley
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My bloodless white fingers grasped my thighs, squeezing away like Sunday lemonade. I gasped, letting my head fall back. I thumbed the lining of my shorts, finding a loose thread and pulling hard. No ... [+]