we did not know then that we might only have ten more augusts we were too bent on how heavy the haze on complaining the days as we felt oppressed by the pressure not enraptured but captured under the weight of a blanket of heat only to realize too late that what we really wereContinueContinue reading “ten augusts”
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brick boat
sometimes i stack the bricks on my chest and how the world laughs and sees me with jest sometimes i stack the bricks in a row and how they do guide me and pull me in tow sometimes i smash the bricks at my feet and how they resemble my thoughts incomplete sometimes i shareContinueContinue reading “brick boat”