I have a map that only I understand. You won’t get there. The way hummingbirds gather by the balcony. Deliver messages of unsaid love. Make
more love11:56 P.M., December 31, 2017 Alcohol tastes sweet in my mouth, and blue lights create pockets of ocean between my shoes. I feel like I’m
more loveI often find myself tied between the frames of my own reality, swaying between the certain and the feverish captivity of what is beyond. Voices
more loveAt a state tax commission meeting in Pittsburgh, Joe stood out among the tax nerds. Tall and lithe with wavy locks that fell across his
more loveThis is it: your happily ever after, your beginning of the end of it, all happy. The line between Before and After. This is what
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more loveA blazing garment falls at your feet. You stand colorless, transparent, extinguished ambitions exposed. I didn’t want to see the naked parts of you subject
more lovei kissed him and now a weighted blanket isn’t enough anymore i need his knee between my legs, anchoring us to right here, right now
more loveOver the Seine, lovers clasp locks and throw the keys from bridges into the river. love locks forever rusted At Jones Beach, Field 9, rather
more loveThe clock coughs up another minute, but you’re just in the shower, I tell myself, even as mildew blooms like rot in your toothbrush cup.
more loveI write love letters that go in drawers I sing ballads in the shower I give words of affirmations to empty rooms, empty seats, empty
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