nov.2012

he created this…asking questions we already knew the answers to. I reassured him, made a way for him — now he leaves town and just washes the dishes goodbye.

key under the mat. disconnected rings. just giving them back to me to carry the weight — to own and hold — no responsibility, leaving me to answer.

your obligation is traffic helicopter — part of the job. apparent and away. i want to disappear in it, legs in motion…face towards the opposite direction. 

ignoring outside attentiveness, a strong smile and giving hand. 

he gets angry at yellow lights. 

cut off sleeves, cut off dreams from being with another. 

i’ll just keep pushing away — forgiving myself. self-inflicted pain. 

how your eyes are like the 4th of July, bright on blue. electric sky. 

 

-various

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