When death looks a lot like sleep

sometimes dreams die. i hold it in my arms feel the thready heart beats slowing; feel my heart beat cease. what do you do with a dead dream? how do you bury with your hands what they have wrapped around protectively? how do you say goodbye, before you’ve had the chance to say hello? today […]

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Walking a tightrope

my head is full and heavy. like my brain is drowning in water while running from crocodiles whose jaws snap, sending ripples through my interstitial fluids. my brain is a bar filled with drunken raucous men or a market square at noon drowning in voices. behind my closed eyes is a country at war knowing […]

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