September 2011
5 posts
chronicles: Autumn →
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I want to mention
summer ending
without meaning the death
of somebody loved
or even the death
of the trees.
Today in the market
I heard a mother say
Look at the pumpkins,
it’s finally autumn!
And the child didn’t think
of the death of her mother
which is due before her own
but tasted the…
August 2011
1 post
June 2011
43 posts
I hate when my mom asks about old friends.
“Why aren’t you hanging with _______ anymore?”
and I’m just like
“She became a whore.”
