but somehow, its still dark.
and I’ve never been to prison but
I know this because
my best friend told me.she said that from her cell she could
hear people walking up and down
the hallways with keys, and
she couldn’t see much but
sometimes the inmates would scream,occasionally laugh.
she didn’t sleep at all because in all her
17 I found you inside a book of stars called
Sunday Starts at Saturday’s Dusk.
It was turned to a page marked “For when.”
I crumpled up my spine and became a mouse.
You were a planet.
I was the one prayer spoken
in the short little life
of a dust mite
trying to be a sword
hoping to become a…
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2Kristin family problems.my neighbors think it is okay to walk in my house unannounced, scaring the living cheese out of me, proceed to knock a tub of cat food down our stairs, and then search my entire house for her damn vacuum cleaner
1 “Living for Sabina meant seeing. Seeing is limited by two borders: strong light, which blinds, and total darkness. Perhaps that was what motivated Sabina’s distaste for all extremism. Extremes mean borders beyond which life ends, and a passion for extremism, in art and in politics, is a veiled longing for death.”
- The Unbearable Lightness of Being (pg. 94)
2 | Me: | I help! |
|---|---|
| Callah: | No. You sit down and watch tv. |
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