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Let's say you have a story. Let's say you have a page where there should be a story, but the paper is empty and the inkstains are fresh on your tongue and the words keep diving back into your throat every time you try to speak or write. Remember, darling, when you told me that a bare book is like the faces of newly-made angels? You used to have something for this: a shallow well inside your chest where you could put the thoughts and the silence and the prayers and other forgotten things and every time you needed something beautiful I would reach inside and pull it out for you. But it's gone now, the well and the water and whatever else wa
Literature
how much for your amnesia?
"i remember the way i used to be."
"yeah?"
"yeah. i was the girl who whispered into your shoulder blades that you needed to stay. i was the one who made maps and built automobiles attempting to take me to impossible places like in your arms. i was the lazy one and you'd always inform me when local bands put new songs on their myspaces. now i have to check for myself, and i usually dont remember to do it. i was the one who introduced ants to ant traps, rats to rat poison, and hearts to you.
i remember our plan."
"yeah?"
"yeah, the one when we'd walk through that big forest and come out smelling like evergreen and love or sweat and the mak
Literature
Teachers to the Dead
While we slept,
you strapped your arm around
my chest like armor and possession,
like ‘this one belongs to me.’ Together, we are
teaching the things that haunt us
to lie down in their graves.
Here, like this
your demons say to mine as
they demonstrate the art of behaving.
Together, we secure their
broken bodies and set them into six feet of
downward motion.
(but we do not follow
we cannot go in their stead)
They do not know they’re dead. It’s
always a blow when we break the news.
They find themselves jealous of our
human skin and our inhaling
exhal
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"let me tell you a secret.
all that weight is emptiness, and that is the heaviest thing of all."
You are something else.
all that weight is emptiness, and that is the heaviest thing of all."
You are something else.