The last 3 letters of the spring
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Nobody is comingyou are here all aloneWhat does that mean?I am surrounded by faces whiteblackmost of them bluelike the sky? yes, like the mirroring oceandeepand composed as if by disturbing its waters you might awake something long forgottena sea giant? A sea giant. yes. I am just afraid I am still wearing the clown’s clothesyet…
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July is endingI am eating peaches in my apartment in Prague:it looks like a place where someone who dances unclothed and then rage-cleans the bathroom livesMy plants are taking over my office corner, also the floors I am 27 years old (my knees would disagree)my bedsheets are white and the windows wide open I haven’t…
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I had this dream where I was wearing nothingYou were there too also wearing nothing but it wasn’t really youas in the you I always wantedHave I finally come to my senses?One word, just one wordrepeat after me: “…”Come one!you know the drillI just need to hear you say ituse your beautiful jawline and your…
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It’s no secretbreakups are all the same:there is the one who leaves—before being left, and the one that never doeswhen they go, they take you with themall that remains, are simply remains; the shellcall it an empty house if you wantthe optimists would name it a “canvas”too bad I am not one of those —…
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This morning I reached for you all hazedI bet it makes me sound patheticbut, how would you know?you seeI’ve been going through some “stuff” latelyby lately I mean, for over two yearsthat’s how you become a junkie I guess I needed to face THE loss (repeat a lie long enough and it becomes the truth)and…
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I will eventually leaveI will pack my bags, yes, the plants too, all the russian dollsand the hand written lettersnothing screams like heartache as ferocious as a birthday card:the evidence of a life unnoticed—all I wanted was to be known if you had failed to see meyou should have just said soI would have packed…
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The panic in your eyes when I took that first picture. You were sitting in your armchair in your living room, holding your phone, looking through me—you will never be more beautiful. How much you loved lions of any kind, and when we went to the zoo just to see one. I remember I was…
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“Things always get worse before they get better”<<how worse?>>you’ll drown yourself in workimaginative workand imaginative effort making someone richeryet it’s never you<<not you>>“If you think something is off, then something is off” <<always trust your gut!>>I used to throw up in random bathrooms just becauseI knew they wouldn’t noticeBack then, things were strange as a…
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and it’s not that you left and it’s not your stupid neighborhood I can’t avoid and it’s not your stupid apartment I can see from the sidewalkand it’s not our weekends in bed, which now I spend in the gymand it’s not me hating this cityand hiding and hidingblaming the heatwavein truth I am just…
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I was gone for too longI forgot how to love this cityIts streetsI didn’t realize I had been unhappy until late Sunday morning in your bed. You left me sleeping — on your way back you brought sweets.I went very deep very down that rabbit holeOn the other side I met a gray-haired, sun-kissedwise womanShe…
The last 3 letters of the spring 