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I awakeIt is still darknessAll around me is a shivering haze of shadowsof whose forms cannot be held to one place nor one solid massMy mind is foggy and I cannot remember what it was I remembered in dreams. A feeling of love married to sleep that fleeted far away at the time of exile that is awakening.I thought I could reach in and pull him out of there; we could lie awake next to one another in the stillness;against each other in the heatMy anxious self, head against his chest, listening to his heart beat My heart hurtsI forget what it was ...
I am already married by the time I don’t meet you. I’ve already broken up with him and several guys before I even meet you. I am living in an apartment in Brooklyn with him and his mates as we’re planning our future. You’re so rough and pushy when we first meet. You shout at people on the street. I’m applying to the UN. You don’t want me to work because you say that we already don’t see each other enough. But I’ve wanted to work there since I was in the first grade and drinking mango juice at my boyfriend’s house while his mom drilled us in ...
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It was the nightshade of trees that seemed to crawl all around her. Like indigo snakes, black dragons that coiled like the world serpent in thick vines of rose fang thorns, she tripped and fell onto the black and blue shadows on the uprooted feet of toppled trees, fallen kings and crowns, flags dragging on the ground, she tripped and fell at the foot of their shadows, bent the knee and rose in dark, moonflowerless night. The nightshade shifted in the wind, slithered on the ground, writhing vines filled with water crawled up even in the nig...
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