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He swerved along the street, swinging headlights as warm cones across the night over the cold concrete and watched while he passed a few who slowly walked by, walking home from work at night so late. He hadn’t thought the world had undone so many, and wondered if anyone wanted a ride ( Read more... )

'Every cell in your body has a memory,
did n'tchyou know that mom?' she asks her.

And each has a specific gravity
and weight as to what she's carrying.

It's holding from this life,
from what we choose to hold onto
and from what is given.
It is an ache, an anaerobic acid
knotted up like sandstone,
composite of generations of sediment.

What would ( Read more... )