| “Hey,” I said. “Aren't you going to read me a story?” He walked over and sat on the bed, “No. I'm going to tell you one.” |
| “Hey,” I said. “Aren't you going to read me a story?” He walked over and sat on the bed, “No. I'm going to tell you one.” |


ghosts in a slideshowthe skysick sun, fading woozy, throwing up. dripping on the backs of conveying camels. bodies of water, yes, every touch moves through. grassland often. skinny belly atop the garden hill's slope. train-track thap-thapping. smile, God's tap dancing on a saturday sundown.ghosts in a slideshow
you're watching the show frontrow. i'm watching you. i say, "those mistakes on your arm look nice in this light." but i don't. not aloud. instead i say, "do they hurt when it's cold?" and you say, "it's not cold right now." so i say, "i didn't notice." but we don't. not aloud. not allowed. so i say, "you look h


Little Apple Everybody's heard her. Everybody's heard of her. Nobody knows where she came from.Little Apple
I heard she sprouted from a puddle made of evaporated water from backyard hose-baths and busted fire hydrants. I also heard she grew from a crack in the concrete at Times Square from soil watered by tears of joy on New Years. Some even say a window was left open while a song by
who cares

fischer, club and song theatrei want to love so hard, that it's sad when it's sweet and it's sweet when it's sad.fischer, club and song theatre
to cry tears that fill her navel, as our hips hit with the most delicate strikes.
to feel so sick when i get upset, that i puke and collapse where i stand and tighten every muscle in my body like the poison is finally get- ting to my heart, or like i'm being struck by light- ning.
to forget where i am.
to never find the door to the way out of the library.
to rake broken polaroid lenses into a pile and
| my name is Vincenzo. call me Vinnie. alternate account: ~icomefromjupiter |
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'oh just ignore her
she's the kind of girl who only eats meat to find the wish bone'
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Married to the pen,
and we're both having an affair
with the page.
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JL
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
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Let your smile be your umbrella
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Married to the pen,
and we're both having an affair
with the page.
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