Speech Impediment

You often says things in which I can say little in return—my growing deficiency—and the sky turns yellow. We lay a blanket in a field…

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All Memory

It was late, and the sky had long past burst and cleared into stars when it ran from the trees, like a mass, illuminated into…

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Near the End of It

As I move through this evening, I am reminded of you. During the winter which beat my skin raw, we tried to be someone older….

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