Fragments
And should my love then prove a phantasm? More hope than hap, more dreams than deeds? I just finished reading Ausencias by Benedetti: what a story. So beautiful while it depicts humans as so bizarre — and yet a bizarreness one finds impossible to condemn, a bizarreness one can only pity and marvel at.
Purity?
A: Oh, that bitch is getting invited to the wedding and it will be the nicest wedding ever and she will cry when she sees it. B: How much of your dreaming about love would you say comes from desire for revenge? A: There’s no way it’s more than twenty percent. Tops.
A Conversation
A: I have to live with what I did to you. B: Awww… Poor thing. Just so you know, the last thing you deserve is my sympathy.
False Independence
You can’t tell me what to do, dick! Oh, I can. And I just did.
In The Works
When time has stolen youth’s smooth beauty from your face, And carved cruel, vandalous lines into alabaster skin, These words will still be young and speak to young men’s hearts. Suggestions for improvements? The rhythm needs work for sure.
Things I’ve Been Writing
“I need to know… I need to know…,” Michael sobbed, his voice muddied by mucus in his throat, the rippling voice of one shaking in grief. “I don’t know, Michael. I just don’t know… I swear if I knew, I would tell you,” Sarah said, the while unsure what to say, unsure how she felt, [...]