summer has broken my heart again my legs a constellation of poison ivy sunburn and cigarette smoke the dog snaps his jaws at black flies on the beach i don’t know how a person survives this kind of longing
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kicking and screaming quietly to myself
i’ve become one of those people who’s moved all over the place in their adult life. midwest, west coast, east coast, back to the west coast, the southwest, back east, return to the midwest and, now, east again. i’m good at getting a vision in my head and going forward with a plan. i’m good […]