January 2011
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staring at photographs until they are all filled up with my own two eyes
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gutter words
I would empty out my hands and the orange rinds and the bread crusts would spin in beautiful spirals to the ground and in that moment I would want them all back.
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we have hangnails that go on for
miles
and our worst days come when we are in charge of the lemons.
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