July 2012
June 2012
my father taught me
how to dive under the waves, come up unscathed
when I was four years old
last night in a wine and marine haze I grabbed his hand in mine like I was still seven
I’ll forget if you can
it’s not as easy as diving under waves though
to come up gasping for air, shake sea salt from my hair, blink eyes furiously
too many cracks brine burns
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enjambing:
Hey, hey, it’s the end of the world again Here we are just waiting for everything to end —The Philistines Jr.
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We’re somewhere in South Carolina, I think on Folly Beach, Where we threw a football once, you and I, I the quarterback and you the wide receiver, we couldn’t stop laughing At…
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sleepingtigers:
Jesus please can I just have some company and a chilly apartment five floors up with the windows open and let me play Demi Lovato and sing it to you please and I’ll twirl around in your big T and I’ll pull you to me and kiss your chin and your lips and your nose and your chest and I’ll drink too much wine and give you sloppy keeses and only settle when you snatch me on some hip...
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Sometimes he’d tuck me into bed like a child, get in after me and kiss down my spine. I swear if he had turned the light off and peered into my mouth, he would have seen the glow that burnt in my stomach and how it could have paid off the electricity bill for months.
“The winter I told you I think icicles are magic
you stole an enormous one from...”
– “Maybe I Need You,” Andrea Gibson (via nibbling)
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thehippiedouche:
child by edward...
