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i've smoked about four thousand
cigarettes this year and i still see nothing
but ash and empty packs. i had a lot to learn.
i didn't learn any of it.
all was funeral gray and washing dishes till
my fingers felt like land mines. we were
not finished being dumb when you died
and i found out that night under the speckled
window lights still on how those lights could
look like stars if we looked at them in just the right
way--
and i didn't believe you were really
dead, not then because i couldn't shake
those two in the morning smokes
all summer while you drank
your beer and i my diet coke and
talked about nothing in particular and it
was not amazing but it was nice
and i'm scared to read the things that i
wrote then because i'm scared i'll
run out of god and run out of cigarettes
and run out of money and run out of you
like i'm running out of
this year blowing confetti
poppers at the bleeding sun that comes
out every night and shrinks and shrinks
to be the size of you when you could fit
in a syringe and i want
to find you before this year ends so
i will keep on smoking cigarettes
and look for you every night at
two in the morning cause they're
lying and you never left at all.
cigarettes this year and i still see nothing
but ash and empty packs. i had a lot to learn.
i didn't learn any of it.
all was funeral gray and washing dishes till
my fingers felt like land mines. we were
not finished being dumb when you died
and i found out that night under the speckled
window lights still on how those lights could
look like stars if we looked at them in just the right
way--
and i didn't believe you were really
dead, not then because i couldn't shake
those two in the morning smokes
all summer while you drank
your beer and i my diet coke and
talked about nothing in particular and it
was not amazing but it was nice
and i'm scared to read the things that i
wrote then because i'm scared i'll
run out of god and run out of cigarettes
and run out of money and run out of you
like i'm running out of
this year blowing confetti
poppers at the bleeding sun that comes
out every night and shrinks and shrinks
to be the size of you when you could fit
in a syringe and i want
to find you before this year ends so
i will keep on smoking cigarettes
and look for you every night at
two in the morning cause they're
lying and you never left at all.
Literature
Sight Less
Beneath all the beds in New York you'll find the musicians' dungeon. People constructed of more soul than they can hold sell bits of themselves for quarters and dimes. These claim no home other than the section of ground they occupy. Few passerbys take notice, as is the way with common rushers. Handfuls of tourists with pity in their very bones offer mercy in the form of one dollar bills. It's not a job one can hope to live off of. It's just barely enough to keep one from dying.
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Helena stepped out of the subway car, tapping her fingers on her skirt. Sh
Literature
Eight
eight.
i felt most violated
when you denied it—
evidence may have mounted
in the mouths of other victims
but i haven't spoken—
even in the wake of certainty,
family and loyalty
forked my liar's tongue—
maybe it's enough
that you know what you did—
because i can't bring myself
to hate you.
seven.
your son's beautiful—
you were my first
and i don't regret that—
in your arms,
i realized myself.
six.
it wasn't my fault—
i received the letter
years too late
and suicide
has never been sympathetic
in the eyes of those
who suffered to live—
yet, i write for you,
remember your face acutely,
long fo
Literature
the last four years
I tried to read between your lines
when you didn't know how to be subversive.
I wasn't socialized like this;
honesty isn't in the nature of my storytelling,
reality blurred into concepts and
spit back in too many words,
so I'm sorry I misunderstood
everything about you,
and I'm sorry it took me this long
to explain.
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It's true that memories keep a person alive, as long as a loved one remembers. That's my firm belief and I hope you feel that, too. It's not a happy thing sometimes, but can turn to happier memories given time and effort. But you don't need me to give you advice. What may help is the fave and a feature here [link] Thank you. I have many folks to remember myself and I sometimes smoke while I do. Your piece is a marvelous one, and - and - what more can I say?