Tag: descriptive
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You, but in another Dimension
Last night I dreamt of you. But this didn’t feel like you. The version of you that wore tan denim, a circle crease in your back pocketfrom years of carrying tobacco. Pale skin fading, blue eyes dissolving. This version of you didn’t have aform. Bones were just sticks that fell from trees, tendons weren’t intimatelyknown,…
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Rust
I slap purple lotion all over my freshly shaven legs, my pores smelling like spilt wine. “Be there in ten.” Dash texts. He is the “cool guy” at school, the moody senior who jumps over flaming fire pits, his rubber soles in a constant state of melting, drinks whiskey from its neck and drives a…
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Bloom
On Monday, I buy my first record. We play it, while sipping a bottle of Cabernet. The haunting tone tries to cut through the patient space, opening the door for old ghosts to appear. White face, holes for eyes, looming to leave me with another cut. But the door doesn’t open. How could it? In…
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Seasick
I pluck him from the Atlantic. I find him drifting in a metal trap, his legs scattering back and forth. He wants a taste of air, I want someone who wears a shell. He is my Maryland blue crab. … Five years later, he is drying up. I can see his gills expanding, aching for…
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Bear
Jacob was leaving and I had no say in the matter. “Every positive trait I have is because of you and every negative trait you have is because of me. That’s why I have to leave… it’s for your own good.” Three days later, I strip our pictures off the walls, leaving small holes in…
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