The only language you know / the form you know as love / as one, / complete / complete.
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Author: Another Chicago Magazine
I don’t trap my dreams in books / you might as well store fire in paper
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But those who press the grapes now, / who toil from morning till night, / they’ve disowned us…
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Show me a mistake that isn’t avoidable or a person who never makes one. How much easier these characters’ lives would be if they allowed themselves to fail and learn and grow.
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The children / dance on open flame, scrawl shapes across the sky / you feel the ground vibrate as they raise hell / on all your futures.
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He slices an opening in the side / of my breast and puts a needle inside / which flails around like a water hose he can’t control / in the yard
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She loved her Oxy, Hydrocodone, and Xanax, the pretty colors and shapes. She sometimes poured them all into her hand. Did she think about it? Of course, some days. It would be so easy—a glass of water, her favorite videos.
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He’s standing around and a girl in a red coat makes him think of me. Or a French bulldog, that I would run to pat. Or a scent makes him turn back.
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…the promise of fulfillment rather than just a hole here or there or in several places at once…
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The latest in our FORTHCOMING series of excerpts from new books
“They had traveled through miles and miles of empty land in the dark, a vast empty space between national borders.”
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