Tell Me A Story

A Poet's Journey

New beginnings should always involve an element of the unattainable as inspiration.

 
 
  • Angela Stubbs

The Space Between Unloud Wishes of Re(a)d Words


My saving grace makes all the difference because scars are what you contemplate. As I mentioned, the life and the pictures. Do not forget that. The awkwardness of this crazy person connects with the role you will play. These feelings might become psychology if for whatever reason. Angst and a material object. Given how a patient already is often personal, it allows the bigger heart to really feel the hurt. I could not help insinuating that |terrible squinting attracts someone funny| She says take a trip to Israel in a plaid flannel shirt. I don't want to know in advance a work in progress revolving around insincere words. The sweetest birdie, my (--ž-), vocal and smart uses a smile; a few little words and the Torah and I'm loved and adored or the agnostic equivalent. I waiver in a phone conversation, not even saying a word. The confines that fill in the cracks with sweet motherly love lost seem like your non-friend on paper. Sometimes I dangle you written in pieces. Please squeeze my plate with cute girls. FluMMoxed Ilana is in the hot seat again. A ten-foot pole of upset and your sister's mo(u)th waits. You feel at peace through removal or collapse and the illusion of predictable projectories is wiped out from all the tea(r)s.


You know how vulnerable the crisis of sleep is possible. I sit and need a good nap. Suddenly, it's too early to peel back but taking care of business is a good thing. My questions, previously end up dehydrated, tired and yucky. I'm incredibly human but if you're willing, the paradox of plasticity might be something to talk about. Your theories as the void are based on a handful of little anecdotes. Pool. Closet. Incision. Infection. Insanity. I'm killing myself for the glue. Issues regarding voice at 10 rue Pavée interest this bee. Quietly, a girl wonders so, so needing crazy. Her need I'll share with you in submission. It turns out, I'm damaged. It wasn't any mistake. All I can understand, I accept but you know the confines of forgive. A flaneur to your flounder says planets control the circumstances though you feel clinical approaches are helpful. Yom Kippur every single second doesn't feel quite right but maybe it's just me. Footprints rarely have a normal place not similar to a list of gratitudes. To take hold of the various appendages, I consoled every shoe whore.


To be loved heart sewn shut, you are so thankful for all the sandwiches she never made you. A body viciously fights over the limits of mid-century architecture is a blessing. I dream about a birdcage and a new day at midnight but whatever should break l'oiseau doesn't make the apologies. There are moments like mornings, if you know nothing else. Imagine I adore you and then you'll see why I'm not telling you. A psychiatrist can be helpful as far as your work goes. But you say this is no coincidence from a psychological standpoint. My most qualified theories on the language are written in perfectly calibrated prison prose.

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