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 Apr 2015 Blue
R
Untitled
 Apr 2015 Blue
R
i want to deconstruct everything i have always known about myself in hopes that ill find something worth saving
 Apr 2015 Blue
Stellar
You set things on fire
with the touch of your bare hands
I set you on fire
with gasoline and lighter
 Apr 2015 Blue
kas
love letter
 Apr 2015 Blue
kas
It rained
on the day
I left a note
on your windshield.
 Apr 2015 Blue
Jake O
Masterpiece
 Apr 2015 Blue
Jake O
It took me two days to write this.
 Apr 2015 Blue
Mauri Pollard
I don't know how to start
just like I don't know how I feel.
But that's the paradox of the woman, right?
Will anyone ever understand my brain?
My neurons and brain stem and cerebellum,
left and right brain,
and all the lobes:
frontal, parietal, occipital, temporal.
Will anyone ever make sense of it all?
No.
No.
But you try.
You skirt across my hippocampus.
Try to pitch your tent there.
Try to make a life there.
Try to dig up and excavate the things that will make me yours.
You're coming close.
Because I believe in tests.
Yes I am one of them.
Yes I do it to you.
I thrive on tests.
I pull them out of my ear drums and fingernails
and from in between the splits of my teeth.
I pull out the ACT, the SAT
the LSAT, the MCAT,
the Bacceleureat.
Everything is a test.
Every answer
every question
every "please come get me"
and jack in a Styrofoam cup.
The way you walk the way you look at me when I breath is a plus or a minus or a smudge on a scantron sheet.
Three and a half hours later
you can breathe clean air again
and your mind can clear.
Holy smokes, yes, but there is is nothing holy about it.
We wont go ring shopping
we've already been house hunting
and we all know the only thing you want.
Wide open spaces and a bed in the center
and me.
Isn't that right?
Isn't
that
right?

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