Thursday 6/30/2022 10:40:00 PM

 the curves were shallow. as we waited for the panic to administer its needles. 

our touch was a ladder. our rage was soft. as the edge convinced up to leap. 

time gathered its collateral. as the debts of our flesh increased. 

ropes full of knots. windows slick with rain. 

the corners turned on us. our maps deflated. 


the wolves held their breath. as our fairy tales were defeated. 

we clung fast to our empty picnic baskets. 

when you're hungry. every crumb is a feast. 

Sunday 6/26/2022 11:06:00 PM

 what did we know? everything and nothing. the same as always. running hard. eyes closed. fists cocked. liars weighed down with more truth than we can stand. 

time has various faces for us to wear. beginning. middle. end. shallow cuts that spread. 

spending each other in soiled bandages. ghosts bleeding through their sheets. as their masks are removed. 

what is time? as it accuses us. we are the witness. it is the judge. 

what is our crime? other than having lived?

our skin turns to paper as we confront the math. 

when did we stop counting. how close did we come?

wearing each other in halting journeys. knowing we'll never quite get there. 

Friday 6/24/2022 11:03:00 PM

 What the fuck happened to freedom?

I blinked and it was gone. 

Rest in Peace freedom of choice. 

Monday 6/20/2022 10:51:00 PM

the truth told us. our arrogant stories infecting it. 

the horizon ebbed. a cascade of buttons coming undone. exposing our sickness. 

we run tall as the sun punches our backs. stick figures drawn much too thick on long faded maps. 

we peddle our want in the guise of cures. a con so long, we've forgotten where it began. 

the end approaches as a stranger. and quickly becomes a friend. 

we sneak inside those empty skins. desperate to cover ourselves.

our flesh gets caught in love's hungry zippers.

time is gentle as it drags its blade across our necks. 

but we die just the same.

Wednesday 6/15/2022 11:30:00 PM

our silence listens to us. spoiled by our frequent suffocation. the miles wear our ambivalence. skins stretched taut against the perjury of want. 

time tightens its grip. we run in circles on the tethers of our hearts. 

flesh shrugs off its staircase. and we are stranded at the bottom.

the journey is more execution than experience. a long series of small cuts. building to something deeper.

we make our creases in each other. 

we do the math with borrowed numbers. stealing what we can. 

skinning our wolves slowly as the fairy tale forgets.

Saturday 6/11/2022 11:26:00 PM

 we were looking for our words in the last place we had seen them. digging in our pockets for moments lost. looking out the window. dancing on its broken glass.

we were quiet as the zipper came undone. vomiting our grief. we were counting out loud. as if  the numbers were of any consequence. 

sick with choices. burdened by resolve. 

we cut the paper. divorced from ourselves. 

chasing. always chasing.

the stories we find in each other. 

liars leveraging our dwindling truths. 

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