The Things We Want Most

The buildings stand abandoned, tilt at right angles, shifting sand dunes slow waves for dead boats. Satellite picture number one: flames flicker in empty windows. People must still be alive…

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N

I’m mad at you for thinking that you never broke my heart. Every time you weren’t excited for me broke my heart. Every time you weren’t proud of me made…

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Misstep

I’ve been watching you, bird’s-eye view, walking this forsaken street to god-knows-where, walking this crooked street on which sidewalk (northbound) I stand with my best impression of a dignified vertical…

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I Promise

    And the night is sometimes like this, cloudless, barren and naked, same as a nervous girl disrobing for a boy the first time. Look, even the stars are…

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Manitoba Rituals

It was a winter of muted wolves and colorless owls without voice. We spent those first few months together in an apartment with occasional heat, sporadic electricity. Puddles of wax…

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The Two

I mounted the steps of The Art Institute Of Chicago in the blizzard night. There had never been a snowfall like this and I trudged to the museum down the…

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On Fire

I lost a battle in my head when I recounted backwards from ten. I feel like I’m on fire, but not as fiery as the fire that stages its satire in your eyes.
Like a play, I lay around acting it out within my own sense of stay. I need my time, like the fire that satires its burning point of melting in my eyes…

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