There they are again, far below Elaine’s 20th-story window sitting on a bench outside the adjacent building—a newer senior residence, not as tall as hers.
It’s been weeks since I had seen my face.
You should have stayed friends with her.
In school we learned that there are four types of sentences classified by their purpose:
Dominicano soy! Dominicano soy! Dominicano soy in a city of cold.
Standing in a semi-circle, They watch Mr. Stevens turn the ignition, Rev the engine.
Free postcard from the saint shrine
Deliciously dark confession booths and big lightless pupils
You take Street Road back to the world, pine needles fall nearby.
how, at the trolley stop, we all have a common mountain.
i wish the world would stop for me.
I wanted to grieve but the garden was in such a good mood
Your words sound like my grandmother’s now she speaks with her dead voice from your vocal cords
& now I’m google searching something like good songs to recommend for someone trying to kick
There are ten categories of competitive yodeling. When I ask why, she purses her lips.
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