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to build some kind of scaffolding of attention
I text Josh, a guy from back home that I worked in a pub wi…
she’s iron and I’m something like dust
‘No,’ I laugh. ‘You look much better.’ When I hug her she f…
I want to hold onto it until my hand burns
In ‘The Glass Essay’, Anne Carson goes back to her mother’s…
inside the moment I had been waiting for forever
‘I guess you can tell how I feel about you at this point.’
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parts of me slip away
We go to a bar and at first I don’t know how I’m supposed t…