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assorted confections
of which i am proud
& which mean things to people
& which may one day convince you that i know how to do it, this stringing of words.


  • But I want you so desperately to A) read it and B) read it slow and careful. Can you do this for me you constant eye and ear?
  • Acceptable epithets.
  • Lightning & luminescence; listen to your heartbeat juxtaposed against the rain on the roof, waiting for corrugated kisses & new shoes.
  • I know the time you spend. I spend it, too.
  • I had a dream about you. You were drawing on my words, I was writing on your face.
  • At first, he did, because of the quenching and because of the ignition. These were his shining moments, if he had any.

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