July 17, 2009
Oatmeal tasted of summer, fresh warm flavorful milk tinged infused purple, floating blueberries. Thick blue platters slid across pink speckled Formica counter one after another, waitress never looking, repetition in motion, “here ya go sis,” and words. Silently I watched the brunette poke the steak using a knife in her left hand, a knife weathered [...]
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July 14, 2009
Went blue liquid, thinking about you, flowed through memories, traversed by you and me. Blue blue, no shade matches my feeling when you’re not here. I see your eyes reflecting in my blue wading pool, blue liquid devouring your laugh, blue caressing your ankles wanting my blue to sweat out of you. I’m blue liquid, [...]
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