approximately american, v1

my arms taste salty, there’s no escaping the humid drip of a summer afternoon. what better lunch could i offer myself than a refreshing peanut butter and jelly sandwich? as a child i wanted my mother to make them for me, just like all my american friends’ moms did. in our house, as in all… Continue reading approximately american, v1

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<160 elegant

i can’t help but make an equationtry to prove my body equal to hers –math gets fuzzy when you’re counting skinthe problem is so thick i only get partial credit

<160 Freestyle. that was a good documentary.

straight off the head and undirected –don’t need a book or explanation:a story plants a seed of everlastingonce upon my time there was a princess of distortion

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<160 good-bye party

after six vodka and sodas, i could hardly look at water.no, thank you. none for me. that was a mistake.woke up at 4.32am, thirsty.

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<160 new wife

lie down beside you & give a bruise to my foreheadthe light gauze of a mosquito net not romance, but necessity.“querido” three hard consonants make a soft word * in the morning i feel awkward leaving the sheets in a muss,have to be told several times the maid will take care of it.will she read… Continue reading <160 new wife

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clarity vs richness

brown shoes.brown socks, inappropriate for summer.brown pants.brown hair, warming up in the sun. do you find that writing by hand helps? the society of outdoor cafe #777 organizes itself into ones and twos. children attached to these groupings may number from 0 to n, however they are not counted. i am so proud that my brother… Continue reading clarity vs richness

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one by one

i went to the museum with a friend the other day and noticed streaks of gray hair, new to me since i last saw her. we ambled through the exhibit at the pace of her daughter, who plodded around in baby steps and occasionally asked “ou-side?” my friend also had new gestures, holding out an… Continue reading one by one

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<160 mine all mine

i won’t open my mouth no more, keepin my flavors to myselfi’m not playin around no more, so skip your turn-it’s a hard stain to remove but the anger has to go

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