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Thoughts after the fair
I’ve never enjoyed the feeling of being sick to your stomach on a fair ride. Maybe I just don’t have the iron-willed intestines that all of my friends seem to have, because I get sick from going on the teacups at a normal speed.
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october, my love
october,
my love,
it is good to see you once again.
although it appears i have missed
your grand entrance,
while i left the room.
i walked along the street to visit you,
and looked up, -
scratches
skin pulled taut and tight
burning like the light
that seeps through cracks
underneath the door
from stray branches and walking
throughout the woods, balking
at the idea
of no path
water rests on skin -
valentines day at a bus station
random prompt: valentines day at a bus station
rain falls down, unforgiving against the pavement.
two pairs of shoes; worn to the soles, muddied from cutting through yards to reach the road. slapping through the thin puddles. -
forgotten name, forgotten meaning
worry has arrived
he sits at the open door
to my tired mind
waiting, not coming in
ivory teeth grind together
in thought as a
small bird
flies through the door
he is a robin,
perched precariously on an old oak -
