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I went to her funeral
And she followed me home.
Still reeking of death,
Clay, topsoil and loam.
And she followed me home.
Still reeking of death,
Clay, topsoil and loam.
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backwards
i lived backwards today
i pictured my house turned inside out so that all the curtains shielded the sun from me,
and the windows were no longer behind bars. they opened and closed like blinking eyes.
nobody spoke. not even spoken to. i knew all the answers but my mouth caved in on itself.
you were no longer behind every thought; you drifted in and out like a ghost but didn't disturb me.
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the drum
yesterday:
I live inside a drum. I live beneath a beautiful stretched sheepskin, and on warm days the sun lays her head upon the face of the drum—softly humming.
I’ve always lived inside the drum, and so have my mother and father. My family has lived inside the drum for generations, along with all of my neighbour’s families. We know the winter songs to be jeering in tone but elegant in mood.
My mother speaks fondly of her life in the drum—most often of her childhood. When we used to go to the fields in the summer she would lie on the softly swaying grass, holding me close to her breast as she would recount storie
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I found my old dictionary today.
The new one is sleek, modern. A quietly efficient affair.
No room for unwieldy clunk, like sentimentn. refined or tender emotion; manifestation of the higher or more refined feelings. or levity n. lightness of mind, character, or behavior; lack of appropriate seriousness or earnestness..
This old one, though, is well worn. Hazel green cover with a hint of blue.
Cracks abound, tangling in the weather loved pages. Nebulae pour through them, eviscerating the mundane with the profundity of it all.
Rust curls up in its crevices, stealing away the remorseless taste of time. I found the notes in the side, the ones w
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