Just thinking… Traces are hard to find some trails disappear over time others were never marked with enough permanence to enable them to be found How much of eternity takes place in the space between living and dying? You have no idea of the things I’m wondering about But if you knew you’d tell me, [...]
Dear Friday, Ah, you’re back. Love, Kevin (21 September 2018)
Sometimes a little too much in the moment… I feel myself slouching I straighten up— I don’t want to become one of those folks permanently stuck at a 90-degree angle fully standing but it hurts Muscles tense there are no outward signs but I am secretly contorted into all sort of twisted and tangled vine [...]
Dear Thursday, I knew I should’ve turned left at Albuquerque… Love, Kevin (20 September 2018)
The anticipation was horrible, the delivery not so bad. The small specks of bone don’t stand out as much as I’d expected they’re more like little bits of seashell that accumulate at the bottom of the bag after a day at the beach A summertime outing or sunset in the tropics He would have liked [...]
Dear Wednesday, You’re really stretching this out, aren’t you? Can’t we just get it over with? Love, Kevin (19 September 2018)
The things you find out after… That black rectangle where the screen used to be has some rough edges but will reveal nothing Stories don’t have to happen in whispers and sotto voce maybe it felt more natural that way The ten things I didn’t know are going to stay that way, it seems everything [...]
Hoping for an easier day today… Now is the morning Winter is far off but our discontent knows no calendar Years of repressed anger wait to explode in spasms of rage a scream directed at the sky but sprung from the earth to which it is doomed to return It’s all stupid and pointless and [...]
Dear Tuesday, Clearly, this is going to be a heavy week. Just for now, can you keep it light for me? Love, Kevin (18 September 2018)
Why yes, I am rather angry today… They don’t make a brick large enough for all the windows I want to smash right now I don’t live in a glass house so I don’t give a good goddamn about how many stones I throw or where And if you think you’re one of the gatekeepers [...]
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