either way it will leave you / all those troublesome moments / no longer feel like an ocean / they are merely waves / that do knock you around
We all have things in our past we hope everyone has forgotten—vast, public humiliations that mark a turning point in our lives.
The two-prong tone of rattling
left by the last train out of here:
Sleepers sleep in somber light.
Look. I don’t think about this all the time and I don’t know why it came up but it did. It was that thing about swimming in clear water. Do you remember?
the homeopathic doctor
grooves my dirty skin going
60 miles per hour with questions about whether I think the Bible is God’s word and if we could get my acne cleared up I would be a 7 instead of a 4 or 5
Peter might have died while attempting to stop a bus, just as it drove off of a cliff. Perhaps, he died running into the middle of an intersection, pushing an elderly woman out of the way of an oncoming truck.
She thinks of animals now,
stroking fur and feeding lips
with bottles of milk. Her joints
are still undecided, hiding pain
We all smell, in that the majority of people both give off an odor and have the ability to detect one. There’s not much else to say here except that we’re going to tell you how you smell. We’re going to tell you how you smell, and you’re going to like it.
In any case, if you’re looking for some music to soundtrack your next trip to the oceanside, we’ve put together the perfect playlist for you:
Jamison Oliver Bailess, a queer 18 year old trans guy from Utah.
Our mother went missing last Monday. We miss her first thing in the morning—we notice the absent scent of the dark roast coffee, which she liked so much.
Most, if not all, of these songs, are things you could listen to or dance to and never know that lurking under the surface is something terrifying. Much like diving into the water. You never know what you’ll find beneath the waves.
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