notes on a new life
Terrence Abrahams
a wolf shops for housewares the same way I do
her teeth gleam she reminds me
of the dogs I’ve never had never will
a wolf shops for housewares the same way I do
her teeth gleam she reminds me
of the dogs I’ve never had never will
toggling isogonal polygons
noisiest, zappiest puzzling
pliantly illusion seekings
My grandfather died in the spring and I spent what, in my memory, was my entire spring break playing DOA 3. My parents were at work or dealing with the aftermath.
I can’t get out of the car
and the car can’t move.
We are both in a tree
and we can’t get out.
I can’t forgive the way you break the rules,
the steeled curve of your grin.
You don’t even like this, do you?
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