caughtinthebrambles
- Dec 12, 2021
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tears or laughter

eyes narrow – open

mouth – heaving shoulders – falling

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I don’t remember sitting in the very first chair I ever sat in but I’ve seen it later on: red and ornamented, long-legged, barred. Then came the kitchen bench, bottles of juice lined up neatly behind

stretching perspectives

there’s the water here’s the drop drip drop SPLASH drip drop SPLASH hit the window down the pane in rivers small and searching pushing on then: a pool see-through trembling but stretching perspectives

Drawing the Line

“No,” she said. “No?” he asked. “No.” “But–” “No ‘but.’” Her voice not breaking. “I won’t do it.” “B–” She shakes her head. She turns her back. Draws the line. Outside, she smiles. Inside, he smiles.