mine.
it sits behind me.
She forgets a lot.
she already forgot five years ago how hard you used to work.
she’d already Completely forgotten how easily you became infatuated withmen just by watching them…
I was sitting next to herand she was just crying. Crying and crying.We were sitting in the dark theaterwatching a play about slavery,Father Comes Home from the Wars,and at certain inexplicable moments,she would just cry.
They lived in model homesso he knew exactly where to take herwhen he carried her up the stairs.Her house was like his house,except their bed was in a different placefrom his and his wife’s, which was by the bathroom,whereas theirs was by the window.
she fell into a big, dark hole. she fell into a big, dark, down hole. a cold hole. the walls are dark. and it’s actually narrow. the floor is cold. her fingers, warm, bump against the crannies of the clay. the cold, clammy, clay. she has knees, but in this case they bang freely.
i wanted to write this poemabout tiny purple flowersthat grow on a hilland i imaginedthat it would be long andskinny,the poem,and that it would go onfor pages and pagesso that it would definitely be,or at leastfeel,worthyourmoney;but then just nowas i startedwritingiti
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Hi! Rachel,Superexcitedtomeetyou.
You can call me Aliceor Annaor Bellgardenor Beatrixor Beatrice,whatever works for you.
are u the kinda girl that leaves the house with her hair wet?are u that woman that walks in, loud -do u care if ur laugh is heard?do u care if ur words are stale, salty, stiff, rich, lugubrious, languorious, glorious,extramatrimonious, known, understood, painters of landscapes, creators of…
I saw hands once,They were your hands.Exact same gait and build.But then again they held the news up in a way yours never would.
8.17.12
I was in Chinatown, and I noticed an older Chinese man.He dropped something and it rolled around on the sidewalk.
It was a dried date.
He picked it up and he ate it.Then he walked around, hunting for smashed, inch-long cigarette butts.He picked each one up between his…
I saw a guy cross the streetHe had a different life than youHe’s not in prison