The Dangers of Living.
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Dear Ashley,
A rally that’s closer to a miracle holds a head full
of thoughts climbing thoughts to get to the top
of a heap comprised of concerns and faults.
I keep it together long enough to look at pictures
from her wedding, made available on the internet
for strangers and friends. He races boats for a living
while she teaches children and it’s the kind of
interesting that borders on safe. I am a danger. I am
a waste.
A rally in my body balances the symphony of all the
scores from every movie made every year since I was
born. Just another sense of self you get when you
take some steps on the ceiling of your apartment.
She teaches children reading and arithmetic.
I teach children how to sew hearts on their jackets.
“Maybe you should read this
packet if you haven’t already.”
Someone who doesn’t live here turns on Playstation.
A girl has her bed in my roommate’s walk-in closet.
Weak seal on the window lets water bead inside of it.
A man takes a Facebook wife with groomsmen on the
newsfeed giving a blue thumbs up to the fast life.
