For a reason, you leave. For a reason, they leave. … The space they filled has a sound. Do not wake with their name in your throat. Do not repeat it as an instinct as you drift to sleep. Repeat instead your own. … What is one night good for but a soft regret? … More the gentle haunting
Broken eggs in unopened cartons, careful hands save the splinter from rough skin. The milk’s gone sour again, but there is no blood I can see. The feast of mold on the bread you bought yesterday and we soak your feet in warm water, try to save the things we can. … © 2017 Anna-Christina … More save the splinter
{this is the poem featured in the previous post, ‘how to leave college’. I always like to pull out the poems from the larger works, because it reassures me that they can also stand on their own. I think the only rule I follow in writing is context, context, context, always. and it’s always fun … More the curse of clarity
The dachshund nestles in the hollow of your brother’s back, wheezing and snuffling to himself. The dog digs at the Persian carpet, pees in the corner, and occasionally bites people. Oscar is a holy terror. He sits in your lap, sweetly places his nose in the hollow of your chest, and violently elbows you in … More how to leave college
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