Ciertos In the wake of multiple futures we break apart. You find the point where the sun rises solamente al cielo and I go to the riverwhere wind falls into my watery eyesand cascades over the back of my neckand here I know how life throbscaught in flesh, I know the heartsof lonely people sin alas tenuesserpentine and thrashing.You had given me a full look, a look with allthe cycles in it, a look that madeHudsons of my jawlines, por supuestowe were serendipitous, andI couldn't keep my hands off youand sure, it was temporary para siemprebut we will return to classic rock and Atlantic conversations,I will return to kis
Whiskey boy, ruby boy. 1. It has been twenty seven days since I last let the hawk-eyed man into my head, ninety four hours since I last drank myself to sleep, and thirty two minutes since I last kept my mother from the truth. Tonight, she still thinks I have hope, but it may be the last time she believes I'm still whole. i. Last night, I dreamt of the boy next door, the gun in his drawer, the whiskey under his bed, the hate in his eyes when he drags me out of bed to tell me I've ruined another story, I've fanned another flame. This boy does not know my mother, but I suspect they would get along quite wel
The Poppy St Tattoo Parlour Suddenly, I find myself sitting in my bedroom on the second floor of Eliza's building. The shop hasn't changed much, and the buzz of machinery is as familiar as her voice. My paintings are still on the walls, with some photographs and a mirror.The cold tiles of the balcony stick to my thighs as I sit and listen to the traffic growl, feral, below my feet. I wonder for the first time if Eliza tells baby Faye any of the stories she used to tell me as we sat out here, sticky because the air conditioner was broken and hungry because the bread was gone. I try to focus on that feeling, and not on Sam snoring behind me, or the itching on my wrist.
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