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half a poemI barter in close enough First drafts, first thoughtshalf a poem
analogies that work for a laugh and a moment
I barter for accepted apologies, general understanding of complex concepts, like my sockless feet
I barter in spare time, idle hands on thighs and clever crash of phrase, the most precisely wrong thing to say
(The only editing I do involves hitting spellcheck)
I barter for unsober words, like agreemence and other things with a red underline and sober ones, starting with “I” and ending with “You&#
by ~unbrokencircle
no title yetyou know, i never was beaten, althoughno title yet
i think She smacked my sister once or twice
but i did live in a world where compacted dryer lint was an act of sedition against the Home and
i could never become a tap dancer, She growled
there’s something about Her glare that made me walk a little slower past the foul-smelling trees, from the bus stop on my way home
i did live in a world where empty cans of cleaning products signaled Addiction, obviously, and Alcoholism is a mike’s hard lemonade with just one sip taken
by ~unbrokencircle
title in my commentsIn search of comforting riddles, phrased questions and enigmas over concrete sitdowns, I’ve found an adept way to fall into another person, to collapse my limbs too long and fit in that place where the cuddling arm goestitle in my comments
And I keep expecting to hit the ground each time, but it hasn’t quite happened yet
And the whistling sound of my body through the air, shameful and unforgiving, must be asking a different kind of question
A waking dream is too simple a sound, but I must admit I keep pinching others in my sleep
Expecting different resul
by ~unbrokencircle
On FriendshipPhilosophies aren't books, they're peopleOn Friendship
He was self-protection, he was acceptance and long winding conversationalism I would get lost among the houses all the same but he knew the way
He was naivity, innocence of thought and action, sideways faces and jumping over railings just because he could
He was that feeling of looking up at the midnight sky, hugging existence
Did he know himself? Did it matter? as long as he didn't pretend to know anyone else
by ~unbrokencircle
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OHH,
the painting that i might send you is up on my deviant art, tell me what you think of it, k?
sorry to bug you! hearts!!!
(ps, i just came back from my LA trip, it was pretty ok)
how is being back in collage?
love you! (his sister)
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