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Author Archives: The Mark
He remembers
He remembers telling her, how she just lay on the bathroom floor, the heated floor tiles now cold, and cried: “I don’t understand how this could happen,” over and over again.
Jock jams
Why these jock jams stuck in my head: where’s your head at?
Moon over somewhere I’ve been before to a place that feels very much like this
Moon over somewhere I’ve been before to a place that feels very much like this and your voice makes me miss a place I thought I’d never miss.
Good with dates
“I’m good with dates,” he said, jamming the burrito into his mouth, as if that was something to be proud of.
Art
She confessed to not liking art and then laughed lighting up the car before scratching her freakishly long fingernails across the dashboard.
Just an experiment
Oh relax, it’s just an experiment, put your hand here, push here, just secret messages in the dark.
His life is beautiful
There’s Peter, and I mean, his life is beautiful, I mean he’s dating Rebecca and she’s tall and beautiful, way taller than him, and she wears those amazing blue Fluevog pumps – but Peter, he owns a Ferrari, and that’s pretty amazing, and Rebecca’s mom, she lives in Fiji, and her sister is a falconer, so there’s that…
Immunity
Re-reading your words you realize that you are not immune to anything and the electric garage door of your heart is not immune to any kind of treachery.
Silence
Sometimes silence is instructive / like when? / like now / you’re just too lazy to open your mouth.