TwoMacks

Whitney M. radiant child.

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fifteen days to sober. (the 4 o'clock free write)

The first day I met him he looked at me like I created the stars The second, he made my smile feel like cashmere being stretched by the butterflies that took time to bubble in my stomach I didn’t see him on day three, but thoughts alone made time seem holiday. Day four Five days After six nights, the cleanup crews came. They had to remind me of my own name. again. Somehow, I managed to blame the absence of his voice, which I swore to be all scents lavender and sage, On the wrinkles of my knees. Day twelve, I decided. butterflies don’t belong in bellies no way. fifteen days to sober.

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The beautiful Darlene Okpo

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#williamokpo

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Note to self:

Their reality is not your truth.

Learn who we were.

*The kings of your makeup never gave up-in-or-out.

His eyes can’t read what his heart can’t seek.

Forever is always too soon.

Scratch and peel and melt away logic and allow sense to enamor your wounds.

Sincerely,

Sleepy eyes, desperate ears and dizzy feet.

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Remember to forget, there's no memory worth the weight of regret.

my inner seams 

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Chinati Foundation. Marfa, Texas 

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Marfa, Texas

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Follow Us to Marfa

Whitney (@twomacks) you are incredible for creating this…. my heart smiled. 

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:))

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la luna dulce

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L'amour fou

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Message to the girl eating alone.

Breathe, that weight on your heart is Gods compliment to your character. Only you could drink grits so poised while that rain cloud stirs over your head.

There is a love plotting for you.

If necessary

Smile while you cry. There’s nothing sad about hurt. It’s a promise you have a future to ripen.

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11:11 free

be here.

there are rainbows in the mists of these january skies.

determined eyes.

scrape and mangle any knee of doubt in the dimples of your back.

give hope.

put pressure on paper causing the in-between to buckle and surrender to armed inked lines.

i am here with meaning, i see with purpose and i imagine a giving tree of light.

to you who need

and believe.

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and, my temporary

there's nothing special about a trip to walmart

when

i'm not the face you want in your passenger seat.

sometimes i wish my fangs were a little sharper.

and

i wish i had the nerve to belt out all the brave buried in my belly.

but

i'll take the ride.

and

i'll think quietly.  

i'll wish i'd learned not to climb in dumpsters with boys who tame single hearts

i'll seek refuge in my window

i'll watch my logic blur and tangle in the passing trees

i'll be the navigator you need me to be

and

i'll pretend like i'm the face you want to see.

for me

and,

my temporary happy.

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i love ugly things

like chipped paint

like flat tires

like rusted nails

like you