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by the white sun beating down in all its burning glory the soles of my feet scorched charred almost black

There are more Kuzniars in Chicago than Poland; it means blacksmith in Polish. This is enough to keep me from dropping it completely. I can be an end. Add it to the dictionary. This is how black holes are made.

killed and buried yet they keep calling me exists, and those people exist too, and so do the voicemails from existence when the person who exists in my bed gets up and walks across them, and then they creak, a sound that exists whether or not I can hear it from here.

Tonight is going to take years, like falling into a black hole. They’ll bury her, give her body back to creeping Charlie and violets like she wanted.

Except a layer of clothes had distanced me from snow. Smashing its body and head, I will watch them from afar on a squeaky swing set. I manically chortle to myself, emptying my giddy as successive spurts of hot breath from my mouth. from a man I don’t know. Walking down his front porch across from the park, he will shout, “I had to wake up early before work

The hallway—nothing happens there except her. She happens to walk. Oh yes, that is a possibility.

Here, there is warm water, light in salinity, pulling you away from its cold, dense counterpart lying But you can’t quite figure out where it’s coming from. You have strayed from the proper path, and are now bound to be forever traveling.

My waitress brings over a menu though I told her I’d only like a black coffee and says that I really It wasn’t until I was back in the dark, mixing chemicals, stopping and fixing that I felt like everything

geometry that is available to you Love in weird, weird shapes you have never seen before Love in all forms yourself You don’t know everything yet You do not know everything yet There is so much you cannot see from because it sells better But you don’t have to You do not have to make sense right now Love where you come from vocabulary has no word for where you are going Even if you have no word right now for loving where you come from

Round 1: My mother is stopped at the airport. She begs “Please, if you don’t want me in America please just send me back to Colombia but don’t make Round 2: She goes back. Round 4: Airports scare her. Embassies scare her. America scares her. Round 1: Baja los guantes, ma. This is my fight now.

#1 The stage remains dark, only slightly illuminated from upstage right. The stage is quiet except for her chewing and his tapping. Conrad smiles and mockingly salutes her before quickly grabbing the bucket from Patricia’s side and sprinting Patricia : You fuckin bastard get the fuck back here! but while i am blinded by the compass insisting you are north, you have closed your eyes to hide from

I whisper embers from under my breath, They say the world speaks wonder to the deaf, So I ask two steps all see the light like you all hear my lips, Struggle to hold the words together as they try to burst from May it bless you like many things have before, I’m ready, yes, I’m ready for another heart pounding fight