My Box

I wish that I could stay in this box for you. And I promise I would even though it’s the wrong shape for me and I have to break my bones and rearrange my organs  just to fit. I would stay here  and wait for you and, like all the boys that have come and […]

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Mama.

Mama, I promise, that despite everything, that’s still you. I know how connected you are to that word, and how much it would mean if it were true.  But mama, I promise, it is. The entire fucking world is mirrored in the blue of your eyes and you can’t see that it’s you? Mother Earth, […]

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Girl, yes, you are an island.

Alone and far and mysterious.  I mean fuck, you’re not even drawn on all the maps.  Select few have discovered your shores and marked you on dog-eared ocean charts before passing by, or, having stopped to rest a while, leave you behind to make the next leg of their voyage. They let down their sails […]

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