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Tag: prose

April 15, 2013

I recognized the back of his head

the cowlicks,

the soft texture,

the chestnut color,

the light coating of grease

he was walking home

slowly

I was across the street

running

I wanted to cross the street

to say hello

but my legs moved me forward

my feet slammed against the sidewalk

and i was accelerating

I sped up a side street

I leaned against a building

breathing hard

he turned onto his street

and I continued running

present participle

eavesdropping on my neighbors fucking
dreaming about nothing
sweating under velvet bed sheets
killing cockroaches

watching videos of the morbidly obese
eating handfuls of dry cereal
pouring milk into my mouth from the carton
worrying about getting fat Read the rest of this entry »