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Breakfast After 10: December 2014
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It's just me. Can we take it from the top? Monday, December 22, 2014. It's my first day at work and this young girl is an eager stranger. Yet something unnerving clouds our introduction and all I can remember is her mouth. Her mouth with the corners that turn down in a way that makes my stomach sour. Even though she has a pretty smile. A pretty smile, with full lips and straight, white teeth, unaware that its particular phenotype only reminds me of another mouth on another girl. Links to this post. Naked...
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Breakfast After 10: December 2013
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It's just me. Can we take it from the top? Monday, December 16, 2013. I've toyed with the notion of tearing a page from this place. A gift of paper folded into paper. I would sit cross-legged, facing him, and slide it over the (sometimes preposterous distance of) wrinkled bedsheets between my knees and his fingers. A piece of me. He would lift it up and carefully unwrap it, meeting my eyes for a moment before looking down to find that he is holding my insides between thumb and forefinger. Those eyes, dra...
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Breakfast After 10: May 2014
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It's just me. Can we take it from the top? Thursday, May 29, 2014. Carefully cupping a tremulous heart with blood feathers. Caging its writhing muscle inside angular confines of pink bone. Slippery pieces, thick with asphyxiation, slump against one another. And every involuntary pulse threatens outright dismemberment. Firmly callused fingertips freshen indolent wounds that will never heal. Because they have sprouted deep between the root of survival and my solar plexus. Links to this post. Online shop up...
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Breakfast After 10: March 2014
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It's just me. Can we take it from the top? Sunday, March 30, 2014. Time is tumbling towards us. Disquiet nights and thoughtless turbulence -. It leaves me blinking into the grainy darkness. There are three boys in my bed (twelve legs between us). If I am careful, no one will be the wiser. It's 3AM and "trying" to sleep is a perfect example of futility. I need my clock to reset. One final job interview. Did you know these things take three days? We are so glad to have you. He reaches for my hand. It shoul...
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Breakfast After 10: January 2015
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It's just me. Can we take it from the top? Saturday, January 10, 2015. In the first degree. Where does love go if it does not die? If it never fizzles, fractures, or morphs into something ugly? If it is not burned at the stake or strangled empty of all its good intentions? If two people choose to walk away from a worthy thing because love is not enough. Where does love go when we are simply…. Will my saved love burn holes in my pockets and trickle out the bottoms until I have nothing left to give? Nothin...
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Breakfast After 10: August 2013
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It's just me. Can we take it from the top? Monday, August 19, 2013. Your tears cool, condescending. And merciless in shadows. Water stained wine glass brimming. With sins of omission near. Cracked lips awkwardly twisted. Little faith paper thin now. Wet and soft will not suspend. Links to this post. It's all boiled down to family. Like A Broken Record. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). If you want to know me with any depth at all, you must first understand the music. View my complete profile. Owls In My Heart.
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Breakfast After 10: February 2014
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It's just me. Can we take it from the top? Friday, February 28, 2014. If I could just let go. Of the feeling that. I do best with decision making between three options. No more, no less. Pink, green, black. Mild, moderate, severe. Wine, beer, cocktail. Comedy, drama, documentary. Chocolate, fruit, mint. It sounds so fucking selfish to say it, but it's true. I have too many alternatives. Too many opportunities. More than three things to choose from. Then it came. Then they called my. Bluff With a deadline.
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Breakfast After 10: July 2014
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It's just me. Can we take it from the top? Thursday, July 24, 2014. What might have been? I guess that's what I wanted to say. That I thought we really had something here. That's all. So now it is I who should forgive the sweet liar (for no such optimism should go unpunished). He still tells me he loves me every morning. And as I emerge from a haze of restless dreams. I often wonder if, with each passing day, in these tragically sweet moments,. And before the commitment of dawn. I study his face -. You s...
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Breakfast After 10: February 2015
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It's just me. Can we take it from the top? Monday, February 16, 2015. Love is a verb. I knew I shouldn't have divulged like that. So early, in the dark. With the lights out, his facial expression was concealed (if he even had one). I said, though I couldn't be sure it was true. He just felt so big to me. Like someone who could finish what he started. Like someone whose arms fit right around my damage, my weary, my hope. Before that, all he had ever mustered up to say was I think I'm falling for you.
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Breakfast After 10: Caitlyn
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It's just me. Can we take it from the top? Monday, December 22, 2014. It's my first day at work and this young girl is an eager stranger. Yet something unnerving clouds our introduction and all I can remember is her mouth. Her mouth with the corners that turn down in a way that makes my stomach sour. Even though she has a pretty smile. A pretty smile, with full lips and straight, white teeth, unaware that its particular phenotype only reminds me of another mouth on another girl. Having someone remind of ...
