korou
I've had the key for over seven years. When they call for the door to be opened, I am ready. The door holds back.
door holds back as I
Hold its key
They sat on the curb
waiting for an
arrival
by whom they
did not know
Bound between two boards
the canvass thread strains
harder than a hammock in a Santa Ana
Th lights in her room cast a red, blue, and green hue over the sheets. We brush against each other in anticipation.
Since then I don't trust myself. I don't. In relationships, with work and school, even what I should wear in the morning. There's an app for all that. I made it. So maybe that does mean I trust myself?
...when we did that thing at that place? It was a rockin' good time. Yeah.
Totally. I can't say I've had a better second date.
Is your tongue tied or are you being honest?
Oh the winds of fortune have turned. It was fifteen years ago I started this endeavor, but how quickly things have faltered and fell. Where can I turn now? Nowhere. Nowhere.
Bzzzzz.
The toddler eyed the bee, flying around the back patio. The bee flitted from yellow flower to pink flower and finally to the toddler's purple sleeved arm.
It's up! Over. Done.
"These are the final results of your most recent test, sir," the nurse said. "You may be unsatisfied."
The instructions were clear and constricting. We had to use five pens for one essay in two hours. Now, that's not so bad. There had to be 1205 words and a prime number of syllables.
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