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I started going to dinner with the stranger, every weekend. Silence between us was not an irritation, he spoke too loud finding it hard to listen, at times, therefore, little exchanges as time went on, understood. Once, was told I am like walking in an elevator, Unknown, unpredictable, but must trust in order to continue, and a surrounding feeling that won't seize, then when existing a calm relief of understood destinations and, "great ride." He was entering the elevator for sometime. We neve...

I sat in a crowded room marked by questions of intensions beyond the initial mark of hi and good afternoon when she commented to me about feathers flowing from the distance to make a stream of buildings some will come to in time with entertainment and concern of presence time mangles itself around words, gestures, and growth of weeds in sand that only falls away from each other in energy of moments where men and women laugh to define a loss of understanding between you and me felt each other ...

He told me to write a little something about wishing in the burbs, for that laughter of love, genius, you know points of entering and existing a moment. I’d rather sing to him and her about the dog sniffing paint with his toes and the injustice in walking, harder on the right. Though, I was born and raised, an internal push of pleasing out of guilt, Catholic, you know. So, I write the story he asks for… …though, my thoughts are on what he can really believe or handle, me dancing on poles and ...