Dead Man WordsTwo weeks dreaming about my dead father has finally got to me. He is not dead but I left him in the bathtub for three days and he is surely dead by now.Dead Man Words
We drag his body. My mother and I carry him back and fourth through the dim hall. We do not know where to go. He is dead and saying my name but my mother screams. No.
His body is settling, she says. Ignore his words. I’m sorry.
They are not words, just sounds, air pockets of gas. He does not say your name, she says.
But he keeps talking and talking and there is an ink drawing of me dead on his shirt pocket. He is afraid it
train riding.an older couple floral print two musicians black suit black tie black instrument cases and the vomittrain riding.
left by the hobo
I'll take three.The water prickes my frozen toes like tiny sewing needles, ready to hem the dry cracks in my skin. Tippy toes, go up on the tippy toes. My scalp is raised so close to the shower head that I imagine the tiniest hairs being singed. The smoke would turn into steam and find comfort inside of my pores. Desperate to stop this disgusting process, I began to drown my pores in soap; ripping off every dead cell on my body. After the pores came the disgusting dead hair hanging past my eyes. Washing becomes religion; only more habitual, more than Sunday. After I’m done I decide to lay on the bathtub floor and find pleasure in gaping hole between my legs.I'll take three.
I just want toI came here,I just want to
expecting you all to be gone. I forgot the world goes on without me I don't want to rethink everything I've ever done in my life.
but i can't help but wonder... when i took my last breath and jumped off this 4 story...umm.. book, I thought the cover slammed shut and you were all pressed between the pages.
I was my main character, all the extras walked off the set right after me. I was the moon, and you the smallest stars. I was the punchline to you, you silly funny joke you.
god.
I feel like I've died, and come back to see you go
board games and gas mileageAt the supermarket When you were trying to decide Between roasted peanuts or sugar coated I ran to your car That you so temptingly left the keys in And drove on the interstate All the way to South Dakota Mt. Rushmore spotted me And invited me up For some coffee And a quick game of Monoply Thomas Jefferson Made a promise That he would stay forever Saying that he had grown quite attatched It was that fine remark That made me dig out his nose Climb up And become more mature You\'re still trying to decide Between roasted or sugaboard games and gas mileage
Surprise.Her technique completely Controls me; Holds me.Surprise.
She’s essentially the most beautiful leaf
to crash and land on my soft shoulder And I simply
want to hold her.
Your fear is ego-driven regarding the love placed from His heart to that of His brother’s; His lover’s.
In a world where soul mates are Replaceable And spouses are Impossible,
We ask love to hide.
3 Years Later
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But when today is yesterday, I know that things won't stay the same.
love you.
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