

OctoberI had been waiting for the seasons to change, sitting on a curb, my lighters tongue sweeping the edges of every memory I burned just to forget: they curled into fists, turning coffee colors; but once blackened, their words would were only shadows on the blistered manuscript.October
With every turn of autumn wind, I ruined one memory for another, letting some skitter on the pavement, between jump-rope-feet and hop-scotch courts half-dissolved by October rain; and as Time took a cigarette break I lent it my lighter, and went back inside.
With


What the Turnstiles TookI can almost see her now, face swimming in the quagmire of people, places, and things, head tipped down and eyelashes pretending to be sun spokes; beer cans and candy wrappers crimp under her feet when she passes me, never looking up.What the Turnstiles Took
And electricity pops between the subway rails, graffiti thawing to become the real veins of the place where she showed herself to no one else but me: our fingers were dog-eared by nicotine and touching, touching through the drapes of cigarette smoke and turnstile shrills.
Now she just skims in the haze,


He's Always North to MeHe knows where Im going before I even leave, and watches me change through our sooty windows, fuzzy panes. I believe he reads the license plate numbers of every car Ive ever passed, branded on my arms and chin; he sees my heels caught with grass, from all the places I say I've never been.He's Always North to Me
And every time I dare come home he asks about the Y-incision marching down my collarbone, "Laid on autopsy tables today, three girls dead and one without a name." but if he pulled out the chicken wire stitches he'd see the truth beneath my rib a

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