Meta body turned trip lipped plank, when we forgo the frigid air in the drip of a Portland summer
this instant fiction kiss
You wrote, "two swords were better than one . . ." and I didn't understand
Now I understand what you meant but didn't actually write; only for a moment and now it's all non-sense again because there is no context to the phrase you wrote
We all dream.
I haven't brushed my teeth since last night and everytime I breathe it feels like a few forgotten dreams and a several cups of coffee go in and out of my mouth with each breath
We had you, but you left us
Now, someone else has you
I swear
The gumball drops and we're mad at each other again because only one of us gets the prize that's inside
Frank Sauce
- By Jeffrey Bershaw
- from Portland, OR
- I'll try to write as little as possible. I'm a little man with high hopes, pipe dreams and little machines inside that keep me writing.
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