June 2011
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Four Small Things
Lily Hoang
Blue
Blue like what are your eyes? Blue like swollen oceans or blue like sullen lapis, blue like coronation marches or blue like bruised sadness, blue like nothing like mine, not a shade of same, makes for magnificence, that smallness of difference, comely and becoming—everything.
Pen
To you who will pen my life story: Do not forget the relentless reproduction of chores, always,...
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Have you forgotten what we were like then when we were still first rate and the day came fat with an apple in its mouth it’s no use worrying about Time but we did have a few tricks up our sleeves and turned some sharp corners the whole pasture looked like our meal we didn’t need speedometers we could manage cocktails out of ice and water I wouldn’t want to be faster or greener than now if you...
“The thing about me is that the closer I get to anything, the more convinced I become that I’m never going to get there.”
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John
Recently, I’ve been doing everything I can to get to that place where there’s nothing in the world except me and it feels the way it feels to be drunk on an empty stomach after two nights without sleep. Would you let me lay you down if I told you that some mornings, some nights, some afternoons, all I want, still, is for you to tell me to come home. I’m in love. I’m in...
