It was probably nothing but it felt like the world.
Morrissey, Autobiography (p. 141)

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Wise words 

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Wise words 

laborde:

The Holiday season in Old San Juan, Puerto Rico.

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when you kiss me
i am reduced to my most. basic. elements
several buckets of water
a trash bag of carbon
a shot glass packed with salt
i become the empty space between all this matter
a phantom dancing in the body of a gutted house
your mouth knows my architecture so well
that every time you lean in
i’m surprised you don’t pass
right through me.

Sam Sax, “the handsome phalangesist’s lament,” published in Union Station Magazine (via bostonpoetryslam)

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