"I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone's heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark." - Raymond Carver

Saturday, April 11, 2015

9:32 no sense in making sense

I burned my finger on a hot glue gun today

did some double digging

played duck duck goose with some kiddos

and I miss you


played Santeria on repeat

wore lipstick

was three days off when I wrote down April 8th

and I miss you


bad judgment left turns

an elephant revival t-shirt

dreadlocks and nose piercings

chalk ball

an interview

coffee

sweat

silence

black licorice

you


things are changing

but I miss you the same


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