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try again
Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I see your face. I see your blue eyes and blushing cheeks and puckered lips, drawn by the brush of memories, daubed by the finger of God, brightly brokenhearted, soft and feminine and delicate. Baby, I wish we could try again.
I’d try again.
451
Henry woke up an anachronism, the sun peeping through the wrong window. When he looked out he saw a valley of clouds with mountains hanging overhead. Ominous shadows. He longed to sleep again, to wake up one last time. And the love of his life. What had happened to her?
things i forget
The way you always put up a fight. The braid in your hair, the freckles over your nose, the soft in your neck. The way you begged me to stay. The way you held my face that night. The way your ankles are, the way they hold your naked feet.
now
This moment in time—you, now, like a drop on the water before it winks away. This is the moment before you die in that thick of woods, in that room of your house, in that shirt. This is that moment after you came back to life, screaming for joy.
the bullet
One night I felt the bullet fall into my hand. I imagined it coming to fill that need, to make a hole and fill it up again. Like friends forever. I’d lie back in eternity, my mind clutching the cylinder of truth. I wouldn’t even have to leave a note.
music box
He saw her dance just the one time. She had practiced for him in his kitchen, chassé chassé chassé fouetté. She turned like in a music box, in a solemn grace that kept him quiet for long after. Did you like it. She looked so still as she moved.
the hope no. 2
When I wake up, I'm on the moon, my last breath leaving me like a ghost. From here I see the world like a snow globe draped in dark. A bright fingertip in the black like hope pushing through. Some say the oceans hold all the sorrows in the world.
breaker
Everyone said you'd break my heart, she said. Everyone told me to stay away. I couldn't tell her the truth: how we'd fight in New York, how she'd return the dress I bought her, how she'd leave a mark I couldn't wash away. How she broke me in the end.
i wouldn’t
I wish I could go back. I wouldn't tell you I loved you in the parked car. I wouldn't wait outside your window as it winked out. I wouldn't die in your arms while the sun looked in. I used to believe in you. I used to believe in me.
the buoys
You heard I’m in the ocean and you’re not wrong. Buoys here the color of rust. They make light of things that go on for a long time, like the moonlight and your silver legs. The tide is going out with my poor face. Tell me everything will be okay.
the find
But you are so far away—the highest peak on the mountain, that outcropping against a cross of stars. Oh! To climb your walls again, to enter your so secret places, to kneel there and kiss your feet. What I would do to find you again, to find me finding you.
double dragon
Marian’s my girl, see? And no one comes between me and my girl. Not even you, Timmy. Just look at you bleed. Ma always said us two was like lookin’ in a mirror but all I see now is your broken face and my broken face and I’m not sorry.
the rain
Today I walked up the sky to meet your storm. The clouds were bleeding up the horizon, holding their water like secrets. Tell me everything, I said. Tell me how to reach your broken heart. When it finally rained, I tasted the way you wished for death in the drops.
cake things
Everyone is dropping me off on the side of the road. Everyone is leaving me for someone taller. Everyone is making cake for everyone else. I hold my dish behind me and wait for everyone to offer some. You told me what God said and I have to believe you.
wake up
Wake up, we said. Wake up and remember. And we woke up and we remembered. We remembered sleeping like newborns. Still, still. The tops of our heads a soft cavernous opening. Wake up. And it was like being born again, but without the blood, without the water, without the spirit.
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one year of fifty words
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