The first lines – Weapon

“I’ll be back in a few minutes”, he said.

I bit my tongue and not in the whole I-wish-I-could-say-something-but-I-know-I-shouldn’t-so-I-won’t sort of way. I bit my tongue until i could feel its fleshiness sinking into my teeth, until I could taste blood. I bit my tongue until it stopped hurting. They said I should have had stitches. Luckily, mouth’s heal quickly.

I thought that you should know that’s who you’re dealing with here.

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Long Desert Train – Jason Molina

‎”Said you’d never be old enough
or young enough,
Tall enough,
Thin enough,
Smart enough,

Brave enough,
Rich enough,
Pretty enough,
Strong enough,
Good Enough.
You were to us.”

Brilliance.

Moroccan Green Mint

I tell him it should have been us.
He looks away. Lights another cigarette.
Quiet.

I remind him of the shore – so long ago.
Still looking away, I sense his smile when he speaks.
“it was warm” he says.

The doubt creeps in. I feel fraudulent. I say nothing.
I cradle my teacup and want for so much more.

Moroccan Green Mint Tea.
And this infinite space between.

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