i drove my fagbutt into the gravel outside the church and held my breath as i entered. sliding into a pue at the very back, i wondered if i’d made a mistake. i listened to the priest talk about him like he knew him. as he said the words ‘kind man’ i looked over at … Continue reading THE FUNERAL
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the lights looked so pretty. i couldn’t take my eyes off them even when he turned to me and said the words. focus on the lights. the way they expand and contract with the focusing and unfocusing of your eyesight. i think of the intricacies of each and every relationship and interaction you encounter. how … Continue reading 7.8
don't listen to me, I'm young and foolish 