transient leisure

(they sold the old home) luck told me you weren't completely honest about wanting to make sounds. i rustle through papers to find the dye. i find a letter of love from you i missed.

furniture from my family i gave you

your voice over head, your body not with me.

oil rig down

dreamt enemies turned alien then more than friends

tryna get a nut

I have the calmest squirrel you can imagine. other squirrels approach confused when we sit outside together. They want a nut too. Claw at my closed hand to get some. I throw food out to get them away, but it only encourages their persistence.  My grandmother sits next to me and the squirrel wraps fat and calm around my neck
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I resent them because they don't understand me.
If I heal connections with people from my past, will things feel more okay? 
In a closet attic underground I find things from my youth that excited me. A set of drawers, containers with characters looking back. Dresses I started taking apart.

I'll be right up.
I want to rise, but am uncertain what to take with me.

wolf pack closing in

the wolf pack is coming for us.  one at a time, the first approachers sweet, curious, sniffing me then the cat, me then the cat.  i hoot and holler abruptly, loudly when they get too close - the only thing to stave them off is my voice, and they keep coming.

that cranky old gym building again

i am back at that cranky old, multipurpose school/gym building in the scrappy neighborhood again.
this time it's manifested itself as a haunted old building held up by religious zealots.  good luck leaving.

i taught the baby what twins are by showing them a pair of old friends.  we came in as family, they left without me.

wood walled rooms

we are close, you are with me.

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she isn't well.  knives and everything, anything. and i couldn't help and get help at the same time. and you couldn't help but want to leave, and it will only kill me to see you go.