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Not by Sight Elliot reached for the hot brass door handle, perspiration stinging the corners of his eyes. He blinked away the pain and jiggled the obstinate knob, the scalding metal smarting the nerves in his fingertips. With a frustrated sigh and the jingle-jangle of keys, he trudged into the chilly apartment.Not by Sight
A feminine shriek from the television in the sitting room caused him to cringe. Slipping out of his sultry shoes, he stepped into the unkempt living room where Jared was lolling on the couch and nibbling on pretzel sticks from a pink plastic bowl.
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Journal 7 On nights like these, I crank up the music until the headache drones out the worry-pangs in my stomach. At least, it's what I try to do. Sometimes I end up with a headache and worry-pangs and a slight twitch in my ovaries and I wonder if I'm pregnant, even though I'm a virgin I just think up all the impossible ways it could still happen.Journal 7
Sometimes I find myself pacing which is one of those weird habits you don't really realize you have and it's so oddly stereotypical, even though I thought pacing was something only men did and only men whose wives were giving birth for t
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Poem 15For him, There was always the sweet catharsis of separation, the Tragic declination of hearts intertwined like thorny silver roses. Before the rigid gray sunrise that forsakes first light,Poem 15
I caught him dancing with shadows
And the moonlight on his lips glimmers with her name.
And I'm left counting impossible things, like stars and sand and his broken heart pieces.
But what do
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A Short, Endless Biography...A Short, Endless Biography of TushiA Short, Endless Biography...
Tushi was a cat who could have been an ocean.
She could have been other things as well like – a blanket that smelled of warmth, a puddle in your green yards, a broken wristwatch, a collage of photographs never taken together, a pair of socks or even, a grey, cloudy afternoon.
But she must’ve been destined to be an ocean. It’s unquestionable.
Tushi wasn’t always a cat. Before becoming a cat, she had been a balloon. Red with yellow-freckles. Hydrogen filled. After the kid had left the string that connected the b
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