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Missing Now

…. We’re shaggy (shabby) happy in our own nudge-gnawing, spells broken open, stalked straight past the broken open vine of silence. Give me a shrinking (drink me) potion, a way to Wonder -land that spills me past all this damn … Continue reading

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Camera Ready

… Oh, dearie. Let me don my cam -i -sole, and we’ll be ready for the mar (-row). Rad, right? (Did you read that right?) It’s a little too tight to fit the full super moon, spooned. Oh, macadamia sky. … Continue reading

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liquid volume

.. turn it up, twister sister: they say absinthe maketh the heart grow fonder. brandy? dandy. whose cider you on? gin. rum. me? our best kept rush-and -secret: vodka. with a simple mix her, elixir. vapor. rise. the sun’ll come … Continue reading

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Hiccups&Headaches

{(in)voluntary associations of her own anarchy}     .. Call her every man (whoa). Call her reject. Empty. Curled tail meant to wag its own healing. Never correct. A pyramid amid the firm -ament. A collapse -able asseveration of her … Continue reading

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Go, Ogle

… Gia walks these gemstone streets, a Gemini uncoupled. Break her open and you’ll find her elbow’s broken but her (searching) soul’s anew. She’s an ogre in indigo jeans, and she means well when she says Jell-O is the best … Continue reading

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Porcupine Phonics in Peri{wink}le Paisley

Oh, Miss Daisy. Have we got a new leash on life for you. We’re drivin’ these creatures crazy with our fien(d) -ish ways, our his tree (pH)onics and the glazed-crease smile we gave those last suckers. How many licks (kicks) … Continue reading

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A little giddy gets hungry.

.. Poverty turned pink in the beds of strangers, arranged to meet several someones for drinks, with earnest. Oh! what a nice long (slightly soft) chat, that afternoon pass -port into the surf. Foreign service notwithstanding, she’s left in a … Continue reading

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going…going…

.. gone girl. gong girl, high on king kong girl, smack that plane right outta the sky. wrong, girl. too long, girl. don’t just run, girl. fly.   ..

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16 ounces of cheap, convenient wine

.. nine healthy male cyclists once told her the red had heart-healing properties. she makes an exception on tuesdays, when the rum’s served cold. and sundays are for melted chocolate served over vanilla heaven. (good for the soul.) the rest … Continue reading

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small outpocketings of lung

… fish me a bated breath, love. a small death (die section) break down of i-lay-em ………down, an intricate crown of junk -shunned strange. hide your axes, your exes, your next-es, your sea. the red panda speaks of Sigmund and … Continue reading

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