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I recognize that everything is a work in progress, and I’d love some criticism.
It’s been a great run on this blog, but I need to start over. Follow me there if you’d like to keep up with me!
The garden is silent beside a whirring traffic circle.
Blackberry barbs slither up and around an abandoned bicycle and forgotten lawn chairs. My ragged, sun faded clothes flap in the breeze. My bamboo spine holds my body straight despite the heavy weight of my craw.
Above the womb and below the heart I find a defect; a cavity gathers intangible bits and pieces of the last year. I open the Velcro pouch and empty the nook into a waste caked bucket at the foot of a compost pile to make room for the next year.
My body feels lighter.
The bucket, now full of colors, textures, and pieces, empties onto a mass of decay. A flock of comic books fly out from the top layer and perch in a nearby tree. Red corduroy rolls down the pile and catches fruit branded silver on top of a mesh of shredded teal and scabs.
A pitchfork in my hands stabs and churns the dissolving colors of the year into muddy rotting straw. Air rushes in. White steam escapes.
Turning and churning I pick up a picnic on a cliff with my rusty shovel and bury it under stolen bicycle parts and empty ice cream cartons. Eventually everything will condense until it fits into a small clove deep in the middle of my head.
I hack at blackberry root balls in my thawing bed and place quartz crystals at the intersection of every joint and bone.
Before you decide to have feelings for someone, I suggest you:
- Don’t do that
- Drink a glass of water
- Don’t be an idiot
- Stop feeling things
- Become cynical
- Transcend your corporeal form
- Ascend from this planet
- Become an otherworldly being
- Thank me
I bet this isn’t what you think it is.
in times of uncertainty, curl up tiny
My butt latte art does not go unappreciated!
there’s nothing like a good latte butt