Monthly Archives: August 2015

People will say he is not complex.

People will say he is not complex. He looks for only good. They will say, “What a child! After all that has paraded past our eyes over the centuries.” As though we don’t imagine history, heightening line and color, leaving … Continue reading

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I think of my cream-

I think of my cream- infused coffee as your skin— it hits me they’re exactly the same color. And I drink them both. I think of the shine of your shoulders after the shower and the lotion. I think of … Continue reading

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