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I take with me these precious things
I take with me these precious things: a pair of jeans, my passport, and the viciousness of your disaffection punching a hole in my head.
Read moreIn Lagos, Goa, Milan
In Lagos, Goa, Milan there are photos of you on otherwise barren nightstands. Such pretentious exile. Come home now my haunted refugee.
Read moreShe was a museum
She was a museum with a new ill-fitting name, but the stolen heirlooms, remnants of Tuscany, the imperfect smells sit uncovered, undusted.
Read moreMaybe "sorry" will let Kaya
Maybe “sorry” will let Kaya love him again but, as the plane brings the island’s reefs into view, he doubts the beauty of such apologies.
Read moreHarriet comes with the new freeds
Harriet comes with the new freeds; them shivering at the moaning night like it was the breath of a dog. No assurances until Philadelphia.
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