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As I was freed from the earth, I remembered we had been here before. Thirteen months ago we weren’t as high, but at least then I could feel the wind breaking to smithereens upon my skin. The sky split; light burst at the seams of the clouds above me and pissed down below. I kept my fixated glare on the ground. The last thing I need is a vacation. Time off, time to think, time alone, and time awake. Awake again. It’s still difficult to breathe up here, but at least I’m no longer caving in. Per...

Arriving just past three in the morning, we step into the sun room of grand bend. We leave the room engulfed in moonlight and shadows as we move toward the bed closest to the open window. Her words spill out as if she’s done this a thousand times. The moon changes her eye colour: from blue to brown to hazel. Some people say their eyes are hazel, but I think hazel is a colour nobody can identify. Isn’t hazel just a type of nut anyway? Up until now, she had only been my Sunday Girlfriend, but i...

Awake in a supine sprawl Clinging all four corners of her bed As coffee bubbles in the background, That same seductive stride summons her, Undresses her robe and curls her beside me, Head on my chest, mug in my hand; Such are good mornings. Hesitant, I concentrate on breathing, Think about the evening prior: Splitting and stretching spinalis, Longissimus gentle and deft, A sight need experienced. I pay for it now in my thoracic vertebrae, Extending down its column. Her skin softly presses alm...