I used to make long speeches to you after you left. I used to talk to you all the time, even though I was alone. I walked around for months talking to you. Now I donโt know what to say. It was easier when I just imagined you. I even imagined you talking back to me. Weโd have long conversations, the two of us.
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IS IT TIME FOR SLEEP?
Redo of an oldie.
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the truth is
I’m dying to have a secret,
bubbling in my stomach in riddles and curlicues.
Little cartoon family,
Mother yapping a curse into the phone in the kitchen.
She blows me a kiss;
mushy, small.
Her stomach, her uniform, her skirt, her ass, her music,
You can hear someone open any door at any moment.
She is buried, sleek, spilling.
I laugh.
She does the talking, I know.
She broke.
Me, him, them, and it by Caela Carter
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just saying, reading the rum diary now. so into it
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