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floorboard creaks when I lurch forwards for the open doorway, it sucks upward with my feet. It will be impossible to replace.

hailstorm puppy chow footprints in the muddy snowdrift, beams of headlight wobbling over the crystals, twinkling snow angles flutter and dance, the snow prints are hollow tubes of smoky cool.

hailstorm drumming my haircut plastered flat to my scalp, coiled heavy locks and dripping hairpins splashing my shoes, they are ruined and they're so new, the sky is deep and gray.

silverware frosted and cool, varnish smells and curling paper lining, a string of dust and things, a squeak of metal and a squeeze of wood.

dined pasta shrubs calamari spritz, foregone conclusion and cactus flower fantasy, eat alone or eat at home, don't forget to wipe the bone.

bedside table cool window swoosh, moonlight drapes, new detergent small and tight feet, cool against the skin, fresh pillowcases pressing into your cheekbones, roll over but don't yank the blanket loose.

broke

broke down filthy tugboat, lollipop prince and smarting ankles, beyond the splashing sphincter lives the dandelion king, his smile yellow and cracked with rot and marked with coffee smudges, and he bobs up and down.

Missed baseball clink wood swish, a smell of sand and leather, my fingers are cold roots twisted round the stinging bat, my elbows throb and my cleats teeter tot in the crispy, holey footprints.

tired trouble smother smooch, trees sagging springtime bloom, bluebirds fanning the damp grass, droopy feathers, the buzz of motor and the squeal of old truck, footprints in muds shrinking into themselves and slurching.

holistic herbs twirling in your coffee cup, a spoon askant and smelling of copper, smelling of dried faucet water-on-metal, the fluff of powder dancing in the swish, and the health benefits of even looking at it.

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on this day 13 years ago

Fred wrote about vapor
“vapor trail fail. throat cool stomach pining, water atoms zipping and lining my stomach, water vapor curling my nose, collecting in my nostrils like firebubbles, water vapor smells like plastic and h…”

the words Fred reaches for

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