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The attraction was obvious (not to her)
Several moments condensed like milk.
He took her palm, and traced the sorry lines.
Something shuddered (the truck)
Pupils dilating, parting.
Her fa…

i saw through fishbowls and dew drops and pearls of sweat.
saw spaceships and stardust and wide expanses.

all i want is a handhold,a collection of tears in a little glass jar or even a few …

i asked you if strawberries wanted to be eaten? and if not why were they so plump and inviting?
you replied in all seriousness that they should always be kissed before they were de…

what does a heart feel like? she asked her father,
‘like five fingers clenched’

what is the feeling. sugar tipped moments that melt in your palms?

Once there was a girl who met a boy,
the sea whispered sweet nothings.
They saw the stripped beach, rusted pipes and ax…

The sad irony of the situation was I didn’t even have to hate him.
He already hated himself.

when I think of comfort it smells like you.

We perched on the rooftop, two little birds, all fingers and toes.

I felt clinical, apart of the static white walls and the sickly smell of get well flowers.

In summer she counted clouds and bare bellied, collected freckles like constellations.

the feeder of words and the devourer of silences.

Do you remember that time you bit my thumb all the way to the bone?
Apologizing you eskimo kissed my eyelashes, lids like the membrame of butterfly wings.

The stars, like fireflies, twinkling in the jar called The Universe.
We were small things in a Big World.