

the father the motherneddedthe father the mother
table makeup a mother a father clocks paintings a boy a girl
scene starts; with the fathers clock fingers moving to time, to the time of 12:10 these are the days spent wasted in sleep
fathers fingers m


Chapter twoChapter twoChapter two
October 28 was the day you met Catherine. And Steve and Luke and Hailey, but most importantly Catherine. You were in the woods. Two joints ago you were sober, and this never would have happened. You were in the woods because you were sick of humans. Back at the house, where everything is slow, where the only thing you have right now is school and work, mom and dad are sipping coffee or tending to the dogs, or something like that. "Fly me to the moon, and let me play..." If I knew where all this was going t


MapsI want to run through a plaid weddingMaps
where everything is crossed and labeled and the veil is heeled and harrassed
because the slipper is not fixed but unfastened.
Decrease in illumination is palm held cloaked in unspeakable darkness
where the bride croaks and the frog blinds the groom without the binding of lipstick traces
that long for a match.
With frames that decorate the ocean because the beach was not as composed and the waves crave stuck ribbon chairs for the guests decided to stand.
I want it to be raining
because a flood woul
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Good job, dear.
Love, Trish.
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