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Things we Do at Thirty

My Tappet

verruca

You were August

Green pea, Pistachio, Ckick Pea or what she asked him to find

Callinectes Sapidus or My Other Life

Choctaw and After the Movies

Your Dearth

slipknots never sleep

one more cigarette's length of time

mollycoddle

The trepidation of You

san diego california

What Happens after Bradley

the Phenomenon of weight

falling Night of gloves, scarves, & Knit hats

WHERE I LOST MYSELF

OCTOBER STUDY

FINISHING AUGUST

OVERLOOKED

TO WEAR A KNIT CAP

Constellations

nothing seems to be broken

DirtY Asters & 13 stars

ISOPIESTIC

she said over her shoulder,

"That was before my time."

looking for a relief map

the futuremen

dermographia

sleek vertigo

as welcoming as it would be

ignorance achived without reflection

clemetines and baby Coca-Cola

how to develop a sense

silver pins and needles

assuming the motion of an autumn leaf

to turn the blind eye

welcome to the all-stars

I save the moon for last.

i will meet you by my car

slight of hand

prevaricate

under the conservative facade

land management

as joggers jogged past

4 minutes and forty-seven seconds have passed

I have seen you sleep.

Reticle

With the radio off and both feet on the dash

a more comfortable position in the road

That is how Mary sings

as I gnash my teeth and squint

where the ceiling slopes

mirror tricks

fine piece of machinery.

I hadn't quite figured anything out yet.

and again at High Tea.

I will have a bit of trouble sleeping tonight.

just because we never have.

We are in a crowd, and it is crowded.

and now

sheepishly tried to skirt the eye of the camera.

I am sort of awkward,

sometimes.

I just want to blink

and the air coming in hurts the skin tonight.

She calls for the woman at the counter and

it is not a loud noise.

There was a small hand against the back of my neck, and

I didn’t like the way it felt against the skin.

I am thinking about someone

rife and stocky.

I sweep, and you swing.

I say: Maybe.

I stroke your long neck,

and people will comment.

Her toes curl and hold the base of the chair

and I feel lonely.

Close your eyes

and

The Darkness Will Eat You