En RouteIf you came to me now, I wonder if we would pick up where we left off-at a chain restaurant, chewing slowly and pausing every now and then to steal a kiss behind the waiter's back as if that would help preserve our initial fixation, or if we would silently assume all lost time is understood and forgiven and drive to Portland and buy a dog or maybe two dogs and go to the ocean on Saturdays and see the mountains and the valleys and the water because if we've come this far and we're actually going to try to follow that plan we made so long ago in our wild, ambitious youth, there must be some promise in leaving these familiar sidewalks and lakefrEn Route
SnailInwardly intimate, quietly narcissistic you only loved yourself atop the small pebbles you once adhered to. Tell me, did you court yourself before you copulated, or does time rule youSnail
like it rules us upright fellows with our many accessories of passion and articulation and reason? Suddenly, it seems you weren’t so narcissistic after all as three miniscule replicas cling to the windowed-world you lived in. They move slowly, like you did, inching determinedly over surfaces coated in green nourishment, attached all the while to resi
SilentlyMy hands smell of latex from the powdery gloves I hate to wear to poke around the insides to see what brought us all here alone, and I think of nothing else.Silently
I pass the mirror and see my father in my face, we drive in silence sometimes, it's refreshing. You and I could do that too, sit quietly. Or fall asleep even 'cause we knew we would wake there together without saying a word.
I can't listen to John singing 'cause I just see your face and I feel so vividly us in my room, windows open endlessly laughing.
I curl up
ParasolsThirty dome-shaped canopiesParasols
slanted parallel to the hill, pointed into the rain, trudge along, moving past one another like proteins across a membrane.
Against the grey backdrop, the transparent drops blur the scene, making each body’s movement seem agitated and choppy, like the uneven spatter of drops striking my parasol.
From the top of this hill, each moving entity could pass for lifeless until a cloud of smoke escapes from the shelter of one of the pods.
Legs extend from under their armor, ankles drenched, calves speckled from each step hitt
Hold on little girl
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"If we cry now, " she said, "it will just be ignored."
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If you have to think about whether you love someone or not, then the answer is no.
When you love someone... you just know.
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"If we cry now, " she said, "it will just be ignored."
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