1. there is a mirror in my cage, the reflective parts painted over as a bright blue sky with birds and clouds and spaceships. i know it is a mirror because when i look, i see myself. always, always, always
2. when i was younger i wanted to kill the sky, but shooting arrows up and watching them fall back at myself got too boring, in the end.
3. i built a castle out of sand and called it love. as i left, it began to pour and there was nothing i could do.
4. i built a castle out of sand and called it love. this time, i sat beside it all night drinking cherry soda and reading gossip magazines. this time, it didn’t rain, and when the tides came in, i had built a wall.
5. i built a castle out of sand, and no matter what i called it, it was still just a sandcastle.
Discussion 10/7/15
1. Anomaly
2. Violence
3. What is irreplaceable
4. What is forbidden
5. Pyrrhic victory
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does it matter how we die?
rough edges and smooth centers,
dreams in which
we tell each other about other dreams;
this is what matters, after all.
this is the part
where i tell you i love you
and lie about the rest.
this is the part
where i tell you i love you
and the rest doesn’t matter.
if you don’t mind a bit of blood,
then maybe this could work.
maybe we could write something
about our love for other people
and pretend it’s for each other.
i don’t mind a bit of secondhand
cigarette smoke,
it’s better than nothing at all.
the truth is:
even after everything
this is what i am and you know it,
and you know i’ll never be sorry.
a.m. // how to build a love
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