Monday, August 17, 2015


Ctrl+F, find, enter: "forever", "pasta", "dog"
1 Result.

i find myself with extra room
on my hands, the parts that go unused seem to 
twitch, parts i have not been able to use, parts
i treat as the bedroom down the hall
that we do not enter anymore
because of the ghost.
like my voice after a 6 hour bus-ride
when i forget the sound or
if it ever existed in the first place
Clear search.

Ctrl+F, enter: "poem", "bed", "broken wrist"
1 Result.

i find myself with extra time, 
paint doors, fall out of trees, learn how to speak French
but only the curse words. parts i have not been able to
fill yet, holes in the sand that must be 
widened. scientifically, if i spread the emptiness far enough, 
it begins to contain the entire 
world, 
if you split an orange open
the peel no longer contains fruit but rather
everything in the world other 
than fruit. 
Clear search.



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