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Seagull Blood
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“You were pulled away; you were waiting on it all to evaporate—like in the back of a car on the way to the hospital or in a college bar with no perfume on—like you were covered by a drop cloth in the coat closet off your parents' den, where you stole the show—and you were beautiful—hidden bright and bold at your dad's memorial. I should've stayed awake, too, but you were past the point where anyone could save you, and I wish that I could say you were anything more than a wolf at my door or an itching for these steady hands to pin your wrists or bandage them. I was the cold compress you held to your warm abscess, and we were barely friends when you told me this, you said, ‘I have so much love inside me I might just explode.’ I have so much love inside me I might just explode.”
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Marble Skin
02:26
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“I went to bed with a broken heart. I washed the blood from my chest; I dressed the wounds on my arm. You looked ghost-like in the bar light: all thinned out on a summer night. I keep caught up in the moment—when we were walking toward the ocean—the muted sound of waves collapsing haunted us like hospital food and lung cancer. Oh, your small throat. Oh, great meadow, shine on our marble skin. ‘I could never love you completely. You're just another crack across my ceiling.’ Now there are blood clots where your bruises were, and a bright blue calm sweeping over you. If we get sad in the springtime—or we black out after a couple of lines—I'll keep my teeth sharp, and my eyes wide, and praise your grace for the rest of my life. Oh, your small throat. Oh, great meadow, shine on our marble skin.”
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“You were face down on a bathroom floor—all burnt and coiled and turned out—when your mom came to pick you up; you were all numb from the waist down. In a pastel jumper, a sleeping bag, and a pair of earrings from your step-dad, you tried calling to apologize. Dear, on our second anniversary, from a motel room in Tennessee, near the blue wash of the window seat, you could barely stand to look at me. I kept careless in my confidence while you kept caught up by my arrogance—like we were unreported accidents. ‘I guess we're unreported accidents.’”
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A Bright Blue Table
04:31
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Pink Lights Pt. II
04:50
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“In sparks, you circle the room—as the party picks up, swells and balloons—and I can't help you now if you won't use these hands to push against the pull of your new friends.
You watched the furnace explode; with a second to act you covered my throat, but I can't help you now if you won't use these hands to push against the pull of your new friends.
‘Burn bright, pink light, and stay with me tonight.’
If you watch the water, I'll watch the sky; we'll watch the wind push the waves, watch them raise and break, watch them fizzle and die.
‘If you bend the branch back, I’ll tie it down, and we'll stay safe from the cold, wrapped head to toe, before the rain hits the ground.’
Burn bright, pink light (and stay with me tonight).”
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These Elk Forever Kingston, Pennsylvania
These Elk Forever is Gregory Gover of Kingston, Pennsylvania.
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