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.

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