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My stories

Cherry

Here, download your brain tape

I know things have been tough, but it is ok. You are ok. You carry satchels inside your ribcage, frienships earring rest on your mantelpiece,
Cherry

Swim

If it was a glacier, or a river where fish season the surface like platelets, you would dive it, hang by your belly in liquid trusting the architecture of your machinery to currents.
Cherry

The connect

The connect The oh fuck moment breaks against you and your gut, your stomach embraces you like an air bag, your fists sweat, they are car batteries leaking acid

Your heart doesn't look like a valentine

What is a heart other than a fact: a radio fluting french disco, 4 head boys holding doors, a traffic jam of atoms, a plug socket overcrammed, a sound system of lub-dub,
Poem of the week

What I wanted to shout while the steps were moving

Dear beautiful stranger who stared at me on the escalator - I think we could make something happen. I have seen a house with walls white as pages. We could take it.

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