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Today
And then there is always this.How desperate it is to return,holding so much in the times between.Excuses like cold, like fables for the moral.Where else is there water that drips, a rhythmic knot that thumps close by.Unwelcome drafts prone to backing away, why one hand experiences it more than another. Entire cycles crammed into months,…
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Today
No outside glance.Footfalls in competition with duration.Our green cherries hang generously from above.The individual speaks of further roads,unconcerned with one description or another.My hands heavy and uneventful,either cupped or isolated,weighted with impression or uninterest.These things take time to figure out.For instance, the way the shingles overlap,the way they sit across what under it protects.Sensibility has…
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Today
A series of catching upand people who make something small feel big.Unsmooth stones create the floor,enclosed by picture booksand other stories told with sight.Unbearing anticipation slows passing over steps,placement oblong and specified.Waist lines in foreign tonguestucked under, then displayed.We are working on a story much biggerinvolving double doors and old consistenciesWe are enlightened by the…
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Today
People walk with umbrellas and slow their pace when storefronts blink.Lines of plastic adapters,silver welds of rings or chains.Unexpected rebuttals, instant heartbreak.The crackle of your mouth against the speakerIndulging supplication,a dark season, fed little pills.Less automation in barren anomalies.Etiquette goes quick.There are times when other people want more.Real estate arranged in hollow bonesEach cage equipped…
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Today
Drawing closed, drawersand other things with latches.Hands as pleasure, nodes of the quarry.Radio frequencies positioned in lulls,in the red room where you sleep.At night I know you are one room over,my bed positioned by the door.The stable pride of things called home:despondent handiwork and paper craft,a sudden drawing to musty smells.
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Today
We hammer incongruencies,hangers hang nakedly.We are herding things,emissaries enjoying their own friction.Good homes, help and other extremitiesrecollected in hues, slightly procuring another. We hire a hero:
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Today
The shrugging belt rolls under, displays recovered packaging.Bars of soap saddled up with cucumbers, mechanical recognition.I like finding what I can and sticking it to the walls.A pristine motivation, likely rebuffs between beach-side and boulevardHearsay delineated under a summer sun.I am putting the cup to the lip;there is electing to be done,idiosyncrasies to disdain.Pleased when…
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Today
Traded fisticuffs for clothes. Led to rooms with nothing but beds, each post resembling hands.Turning back the sheets, sleeping in what appears to be rest. I don’t know what it means to be living in these little rooms, parsing-out working motors.
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Permanent Museum
Testaments beheld through glass & forced facets, an object’s enclosed animosity for all which peers in. Eyes always open or about to be,exchanging inheritance for protection in a place that never changes.Recollections sprung forth in uniformity– mouths always open or about to be,bearing unknownhunger, unconscious of the dark. Algorithms skirted in green & trimmed in…
No Help for That | Jackie Clark 