matt-gearyWhisper

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A Calm Mind Over the NightThe gravel of the driveway shifts under my shoes / While I lift my eyes to the horizen, like the evening before. / The sunset never waits for me, but I pretend it will.
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Aug 19, 2011
A Drunken Come-on to a Lovely GirlI think of you when I am drunk. / When my synapses and veins are giving up every bit of their chemical snap, I think of you. / Whoever you may be, you've already drawn so many things from me that it's a shame we've never met.
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Aug 13, 2014
A Letter to YouI am ready, love, for you and all that you mean. / When I touch your skin do not expect me to quake, / and know that your kiss will not leave me unarmed or unnerved.
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Aug 18, 2011
CandlesAs I drove home, I thought: we should all bless the darkness. / If mercy, in her cold rain, should slide us off of the road, then all that we owe and have owed can be erased. / (Sometimes you'll remember nothing but a face. Sometimes both life and war are waste.)
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Aug 18, 2014
Girl of Glass (Always a Happy Ending)I remember that it was snowing / and I was falling in love. / Her name was still Paige then, I think.
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Aug 19, 2011
Love Letters for RamadanI. / I'm writing to tell you that I've spoken with your sister. / She tells me everything these days, though recently I've marked the way her voice conceals a quiet shame; rage in casual tones, and fear in quiet whispers.
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Aug 9, 2014
O PositiveOn this cold reclining chair; / On this white paper sheet / With its sterile static-cling
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Aug 18, 2014
The Beauty of the UniverseI made my way through the door, through the garden, out onto the street, and into the universe, where I saw all of the marvels this life has to offer. / Walked on sunny beaches where the sea-breeze always blows, and in quiet meadows where carnations always grow. / Danced upon the milky glances of a waning moon, wrapped myself in the dawning sun’s embrace, watched the Earth until the quiet afternoon.
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Aug 18, 2011
The Problem with HedgehogsThe problem with hedgehogs is the universal one. / It's the struggle of every man lying on his back, staring at the stars, / of every woman from mars, trying to appear from venus.
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Aug 18, 2011
When I am QuietI'm up at 5 a.m., and it's cold in the basement again despite the new summer heat. I am quiet. / You know, every morning, I choose a face. It doesn't matter which one I choose, it doesn't matter what place I have to go. It only matters that I have to constantly know that I have it on, and that however long I have to wear it, I'll be able to bear it because that is what's required of me. / I say, "This is today's face...the one that everyone will see." "Today's face is funny." or "Today's face is sad." or "Today's face says 'fuck you' to everyone I pass."
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Aug 18, 2011
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