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InertiaWe are not human inside of our bodies
We are fragments of a belief system,
traumatized histories and agonized heartbeats,
catalyzing when we touch;
we are Algebra,
a fraction and a fraction,
and English, sweet-talking each other
We have History, our lives
interlude and slam the present into
sparks between us.
and, as our mouths collide,
we are Chemistry.
I am captured, cornea, sclera, iris,
I am a cataract,
burning. You are a nucleotide on fire;
conforming to my neck and
denatured with my exhaust.
You expend energy, ninety-nine percent lost as heat.
which meets me, a cold solid, and transfers.
Physics. Biology. Anatomy.
We are pressure and growth
and photosynthesis, chloroplasts spent
as we produce our own energy--
we are motion, our organs colliding against the inside of our skin,
still moving once we have stopped against each other,
Newton's law of kinetics
(our bodies stop against each other
before our insides do inside of us.)
I am wide awake, I am eyes-w
I snuck out and your mother picked me up
on the corner of my street.
Your family was worse off than mine;
except, on the surface you still loved each other
and gossiped as if you were college roommates
that actually got along.
It was three
and the morning
while your sister hated me.
she tapped her ash when you told her I smoked
and told me it was a disgusting habit and to quit.
She was nice to me when I was with you.
Your entire family burned packs a day
with the money the government gave them,
except you, minus the occasional clove,
who received money for mental insanity issues
after you tried to kill yourself in the park
because your girlfriend broke up with you
(you were still hung up on her
when I was under your body
in the kitchen)
Your mother was always sad,
her face laden with character;
I liked her more than I liked you
and hated you more than I hated your sister,
who made fun of me in middle school
and beat me up once when you and I were friends
FeelI asked you to find my pulse
and waited as your fingers searched my wrist
like a child scavenging the dirt for caterpillars.
You nodded when you placed it,
faint, but present
"Congratulations," you proclaimed,
I want to find yours, so I push back the cuff of your sleeve
and reach for the groove;
I should be more than adept at this after doing it every day
for two months when I was going for my EMT license,
but I don't feel anything.
over and over,
wondering which is more scary;
Everyone being able to find my heart,
or myself, unable to find anyone else's.
Little Miss It“Do you enjoy her company?”
That, Avadaci concluded, had been the extent of his grandfather’s kindness. Thank the stars he had broken his neck after a failed attempt to ascend the castle staircase. Not that many were privy to this information. The official listing on the cause of death involved something along the lines of falling in battle after slaying at least a dozen demons, although this was treated with quite a bit of skepticism by the general populace. Yet, interestingly enough, a decent portion of the locals believed a tale about the cannibals of Unkhtom devouring him whole.
Not that Avadaci really cared how his grandfather had died. He was just glad he was dead. And if he was glad his grandfather had died, Avadaci wondered, why did he have to attend his funeral? In fact, the whole kingdom was glad his grandfather had died. Why did they have to attend the funeral?
“Oh Avad,” proclaimed his mother, “obv
Twenty-three years before the crippling of Crown Prince James III
He was fourteen and she was probably aged about the same, give or take a few years. It had been an hour since he'd met her.
He hated her already.
She scowled behind him and likely shared the sentiment as they scampered up the hillside in a desperate attempt to escape the roaring mob that seemed to be growing perpetually larger and coming ever-closer. Gabriel would have liked to say that it was all her fault he was in this situation, though it was his careless nicking ofwhat was it? A chicken that started the first old woman running, but how was he supposed to know that she'd stumble and fall and everyone else would think he'd assaulted her?
He hadn't. He'd taken the chicken, snapped its neck and run, because he hadn't eaten meat in weeks and he was starting to feel the affects on his already weak limbs.
This is what happens, he thought. This is what happens when you live like th
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