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  • The Environmentalist

    An environmentalist college professor that he was told me It’s called climate change, not global warming Some places get colder I’m getting colder My seas are rising and my summers are shortening The end of summer came a month earlier each year, 2008-2010 August -> July -> June 2008 -> 2009 -> 2010 Next year,…

  • a transcript of the end

    [begin transcript] me: How’s work tonight? him: pretty slow him: what u doing up [it’s 2:02 am on a Sunday] me: Good question. I keep waking up. me: Are we gonna still see each other or…? him: Yah I have to you about that but don’t want to do it over text me: ok, not…

  • What Comes Next (Words on My Lips)

    “you know what comes next,” I say to him with a sad smile it’s a smile I think he’ll come to know well >>>>>>> on my lips a song from yesterday words not quite audible not quite decipherable the melody doing the work working the doing working the words slowly forming on my lips

  • splatter

    I awoke to screaming lips a sigh beyond teeth clenched with an image in mind blood plastered image on my mind blood splattered image on my mind

  • Down to the Quick

    In Lady Antebellum’s “Need You Now,” one of the lyrics goes, “oh I’d rather feel something than nothing at all.” Well, then. Clearly, they’ve never felt the peace of feeling nothing at all because although not a pleasant experience, if you can get that numb, it’s something that one really would prefer at times, especially…

  • fresh

    there were bare bones of the newly-released-from-the-flesh sort fresh bones in a soy bean crop on the side of the road bare bones of the not-so-innocent kind guilty bones not that you’ll read about that in the newspaper bare bones but not deservingly so bare because the life that enveloped them was torn loose bones…

  • New

    I’ve got my press-on nails a new ring new hair slate blue eyes and a boy who’s helpless in my arms

  • Streamers

    caught up in the stream of things the streamers I made as a 10-year-old still hanging from the rec room ceiling where my father tacked them a long ago place never touched and now a new place that takes me back to when I was 21 and how much I couldn’t enjoy my life then

  • punch

    The punchline wasn’t the real punchline Or at least it wasn’t funny She wept. Like most things It’s what comes after the punchline that matters most She wept. For him.

  • the year of, part a & b

    part a this has been the year of guilt last year was the year of reckoning I go through cycles like the Chinese horoscopes I’m a horse I’m also a goat/fish tail in the regular astrological wheel I never liked goats I’m guilty I’m also depressed/manic-but-not-in-a-Patty-Duke-sort-of way I’m moving and surprisingly it doesn’t hurt. I…