lackadaisicaltruth be told, I’m hoping that somehow a sunny sliver of your lackadaisical smile will penetrate my winter.lackadaisical
you are forever breaking ice, and I am forever freezing over.
kitesi am unsteady, anchored in suspended animation by unraveling puppet strings and sweaty fingers. high becomes higher and the world is a Picasso painting; eyes and nose and a heart lost somewhere in kiwi-green grass. life thriving on the very tips of calamity. cut loose, rising toofasttoomuch past the cotton candy clouds and lemon-slice sun, into oblivion and out.kites
red wickerwe looked back through the months, gathering our softer sins in red wickerred wicker
baskets, half hoping we could make some sense of our tangled fingers and locked eyes. give me the keys, you said.
there are things, of course, that
were maybememories. sea-green eyes;
bruises slit with broken glass, empty bottles and park benches laced with
the eloquence of ballpoint pen graffito.
we were in love. we were in love and we didn’t see it until it was too late, until wilted daisies were choking our graves.
the art of losingdon't forget those days, when our troubles would disintegrate in our hands like wet tissues. we'd scrape by on late night and broken-bottle breath, chai tea with skim milk and nine splenda, just becausethe art of losing
we could. we were the type forever reminded We Are Imperfect, although sometimes we slipped and called it happiness. but really, we told each other as we perched on that treacherous fringe of abnormal, would we ever want to give up our frenzied rush towards a
Great Perhaps, our postsecrets and midnight phone calls, mad days of laughter, high as the egg-yolk sun and stumbling o
good times
Delighted
HEFTY, HEFTY, HEFTY!
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this = my signature.
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confusion that never stops
closing walls and ticking clocks.
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this = my signature.
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confusion that never stops
closing walls and ticking clocks.
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this = my signature.
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confusion that never stops
closing walls and ticking clocks.
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confusion that never stops
closing walls and ticking clocks.
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