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We couldn’t do it otherwise. Silent through doors, in chairs, legs of and cushions. Press the meat to dried lips, red on red, and wrinkled love. Frozen knots of light flicker through plastic. And once we walked in green and fallen brush and spring. We lurk and trample. Leave scars. Creep slowly across the wall. Imagine we know something of […]
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In this there is a lie. I’ve pulled the bindweed from your mouth for the last time. I am still. I sit locked. But see how everything moves. Pull the coolness from these stems these leaves these flowers. In place of petals only stone and shell. A crawling where your teeth were. You are so […]
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Suburbia is an unexpected spider weaving us deep into its intricately crafted traps. I slit, cut, and peel away each layer of my eye, straining to see through the thick cloudy silk.
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This gallery contains 12 photos.
The sun unfurls magnetic storms. The sky is too blue. It is the end of winter. Petals decay on the front lawn. At night, two fingers form a V to cover Venus and Jupiter, while Mars sits alone, ruddy orange, on the other edge of the sky. But today there is warm. There is sunlight. There is medicine. There is worm. […]
Dear Suburbia 