My bullet has been eroding into my spinal cord for the last ten years, the sandbar under my feet slipping away..
This isn’t about you. It isn’t about the Barbie you once belonged to, or the kid that Barbie might still belong to. It isn’t about my own kid’s Barbies...
Your love wasn’t conditional – It was trapped inside a heart afraid to beat out loud. It was off in the distance.
When I unfold the paper there’s what appears to be a bunch of feathers. As I reach for them I discover it’s a bird’s wing.
The sand is raked perfectly into lines of dried ravines. Water in the tetsubin, ready for gyokuro.
I sigh with the tree. The tears sprout from my eyes, dripping onto the tangled roots beneath.
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Lying in bed. I kiss his lips. Trying to taste the ocean I was born into but he is not home. Not even close.
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The hypnotic tingling draws her inward. Her mind starts humming a tune she never dreamed of singing.
My uncle once brought me fishing at his gun club, another family conspiracy to masculinize me. We were deep in what some locals call Swamp Yankee territory...
We are in my girlfriend’s apartment in Lawrence, a room of white walls and carpet crisscrossed with fresh vacuum trails...
Dark hair matted to the little girl’s head. Her lips were dried and cracked; her eyes sunken. Despite her olive-toned skin, she was pale.
With trembling hands, Millie gently removed the lid of the urn and exhaled with the first release of gray powder.
She could choose, at least, which parts of him to cherish, and which parts to use as examples of how not to behave.
Sit, sip, start again, from when our moments were simple and sweet, like the people we ideally chose to become.
Its white wings spread wide against a crystal blue backdrop and I smile, knowing you are smiling, too
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