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I often feels as if
I am the only doll
in the dollhouse that realizes
she is a doll,
The only one who can see
past the shiny plastic facade
and know that everything
means so much less
than we would like to think.
I imagine it like this-
Our existence as some
daydream in the big head of god,
a half-formed thought
and half-hearted whim,
not yet created.
I pray he will discover
the horror, the outcry
of the people against
their own being, and
that he will quit the thought
and never pick it up again.
That he will quit the thought
and the dizzying spin
of our aliveness will end.
I am the only doll
in the dollhouse that realizes
she is a doll,
The only one who can see
past the shiny plastic facade
and know that everything
means so much less
than we would like to think.
I imagine it like this-
Our existence as some
daydream in the big head of god,
a half-formed thought
and half-hearted whim,
not yet created.
I pray he will discover
the horror, the outcry
of the people against
their own being, and
that he will quit the thought
and never pick it up again.
That he will quit the thought
and the dizzying spin
of our aliveness will end.
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No Second Chance
Oh snap, the first words that were said.
I wanted to know everything about you,
And at the time you definitely wanted to get to know me more.
You saw the real me that was at work, happy and fun.
You enjoyed how we were always flirty when you came to see us.
I felt so fucking special that it hurt.
All I wanted to do was to hear your voice on the phone.
Everyone knew, everyone could tell how much I like you but you.
I was the most interesting person that you have met through your job.
Why didn't that last?
Why couldn't I have believed you?
You said I was cute as,
You wanted to take me on a date,
You wanted to just hang out,
You
Literature
Dromomania
Every day I turn the key in the lock
Hoping to find you
tucked into the white folds
of an envelope,
of the bath towel I left on the sofa this morning.
But you and I, we haven't the breadth for that sort of thing.
I wish I could send you something of spring,
some distended meteor green with hope.
I'm watching the last of the oak leaves cling
stubborn
and I think
spring may not be coming this year.
There is no birdsong, there is
the furious sleeping of toads in the mud.
I came on the bench
where I slept in the warmth of your memory
this time last year.
Now the thought seems less mine and maybe it was
me you'd dreamt beside,
m
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Rombos
por Romy Lara
El aire gélido se coló en la habitación y alborotó los papeles minuciosamente acomodados en el escritorio. Tronándose los nudillos de la mano izquierda, Julio se incorporó y cerró la ventana de un golpe. Afuera el cielo se caía pedazo por pedazo. Reacomodó el desorden que se había hecho en su mesa de trabajo, colocando cada documento en su lugar: los de etiqueta amarilla en la carpeta amarilla, los marcados con verde en la papeleta verde y así consecutivamente con cuatro colores más.
Procedió a sacar un cuaderno de portadas negras de su
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