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I’d followed you around all evening it was that kind of party, I think you may have gauged my interest while we discussed Roman mil..

You know I always return home to you we never argue when I say Josh Ritter writes the best love songs you wait while I fill my wine you w..

She said “you’re always running,” while getting ready to ankle herself and I say baby, baby, it ain’t that at all ..

I know you’re sitting out there tonight in the city with a heaviness in your lungs you’re coughing up your misery in the smog ..

The city, like my old lover once she held me close along the curve of her streets so much like hips I could run my tires against. Now ..

When I was young my town had an arsonist, a barnburner, specifically. he only did the old ones, the historic ones that had been standing sent..

I’m still writing about resolving the death of something that already died I’m still holding something of myself inside where I k..

When the heater turns to hum I worry I’ve become hard of hearing when the heater hums my human head is just a head again when the he..

Every time I’ve knocked myself down I’ve gotten back up again but while my back is to the floor and my mind is torn and gray I..

I still remember that little place out by the garbage chute, on the thirteenth floor overlooking the city. I was almost always alone out th..