The 60-Second Sabbath

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  • Butterflies, Inc.

    Somewhere west of the last town,just this side of sundown,the road straightensinto the dusty emptiness of forever. I pull over to peein the buckling parking lotof an abandoned warehousewhose faded sign reads"Butterflies, Inc." I try to grasp what this means:a… Continue reading

  • Before

    Before you walked into the bar that Wednesday night,before you smiled and nodded,before you arrived at the table with your drink,before you broke open my heart to the renewed possibility of love,I had forgotten I was lacking you. Text and… Continue reading