My eyes scanned the ground, poised to dodge pits, puddles, dog-shite. I was concentrating on an almost sharp pain in my right ankle, caused, I guessed, by a tight or weak achilles tendon. Feeling my feet seemed to help, and the pain receded to a dull ache. heel-arch-ball-toe flex-reach-aim-land I needed to get beyond 8…
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hope
March was cruel enough and spring time numb falling falling drip, drip, drop. Black stick legs Glassy coated wings and red dot beak. I want to hop, I’d like to hope. Cocked toward the breeze, minimal breath. It isn’t necessary to look back. August 2013 (remembering April).
stalled
[old, old, old OG! and unfinished] Skank ‘n Pickle played at Slim’s that night. That night sleekly coated with honey and leather, leather vests and slow suede boots: black and creamy-coffee brown. That night the car stalled. And the slippery metal door handle jerked as I slammed it shut. Damn. I broke my nail; the…
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