time is against me.


augustaugust was the month you forgot to pay the bills and all the power was cut.august
for 31 days, your house seemed to sweat in the sweet summer heat; every room coated thick with the stench of dog days and cheap cigarettes. the beer was hot, and the
bread was stale.
while you composed sonatas in the basement, i passed the idle day hours in your bedroom; slowly roasting in the sun's late-august fury. i liked to lay naked in your bed, watching the pictures taped to your walls curl and buckle in the humidity, falling to the ground like autumn leaves. there they'd stay, slo


horseshoe crabsduring childhood summers spent in florida,horseshoe crabs
i would collect the dead horseshoe crabs that lay stranded on the hot white sand outside of our house.
on particularly gray mornings, the beach would be lined with them, shuffling and writhing and flailing legs in the air like so many tiny needles, trying to right themselves and
trundle back into the ocean. i picked the larger ones up and put them in a red bucket to be carried home and examined.
my mother didn't like the smell; she said it permeated all of our home like an invisible curse, unable to be lifte


march and iin march,march and i
the snow begins to melt; the slush and water puddling loosely on the sidewalks, making locomotion an impossible riddle over ice and waterlogged earth.
seeking solace, i climb down the rough stone steps steps that lead to the waterfront, feeling the wet give of snowy sand beneath my boots. covered in white, it is difficult to tell where
the lake meets the sky.
the freezing wind rushes
through my ears, spreading silence over my body like a blanket, my nose and cheeks
burning red like signal fires. &

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I gave the green tentacle a bowl of wax fruit, and then joined his band
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raphael does photography, too!
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raphael does photography, too!
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raphael does photography, too!
x
money can't buy you back the love that you had then
hey marissa girl
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"Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure"
-Rowena Ravenclaw
i love your art, btw
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"There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty; bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence..."
again, i love your stuff so good
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"Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure"
-Rowena Ravenclaw
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