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Each Day

June 11, 2012

There are no hidden diaries filled with distracting secrets. Only beautiful objects that clatter to the floor on touch — accusatory.

It was the chocolate muffin that reminded me of the day’s particular despair. It’s dark brown heaviness clenched, stayed.

Un-lodge. Dislocate.

Each day is pried loose like a bit of shine gummed up against stone. Each night chiseled jangled nerves like the last tooth inside the hollow of a mouth’s cave.

There’s a moment of give; of unexpected ease. Read into it what you will. The unpacking of each day.

And it’s re-packaging at the end.


[Image via love junkie]

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  1. June 11, 2012 8:27 am


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