from winter 2025 a person gets hit by a bus on the corner of my street. it’s 830p. i didn’t see it happen but stood out on my deck and watched them get into an ambulance with a big, white bandage wrapped around their head. watched them sit themselves on the stretcher. a wheelbarrow is […]
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drink my thirst
my marfa crush takes a nap and texts me after. something about imagining i’m there with him, on the couch, in the crook of his arm. something about him playing with my hair. i follow his direction. i text back, telling him i get up from the couch to make myself a sandwich. i tell […]
