Everything’s so f***gotten.
I know you hate that
Even those plants
turn the other way
begin pretending
they did not see
Even the words
climbing to your mouth
simply hang there,
Fall to gravity
Everything’s f***gotten
And everything’s quiet always.
clarity
there is uncertainty: what to say even in the dignity of the world preserved in light, the lick of ...
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Friends and old neighbors shutting it down in honor of John Crawford. _
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At had us pose for this pic up at Aunt R's place on Lake Huron so he could put it up in his dorm. "Don't tur... -
I have the feeling that I’m going to succumb to the season and put out a list of resolutions soon. Just wanted to establish this heads up th...
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