Erma, your house burned down

can you see it from the road? now that the world is through with us as girls, can your eyes as a grown woman see the fire, Erma? I bet you were crouched behind the tree from a safe distance watching with slanted brown eyes. I know you must have cried when your room busted like a cherry, your cherry. The room we fell asleep in, licking sour sugar from our palms, blaring heavy metal from a little radio, flashing small boobs at traffic. now that the world is through with us, now that the house is nothing but black dust.

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Amber said…

oh my goodness. just catching up here (i have missed A LOT) and you are amazing! i'm just saying.

1:17 PM

anyway

now I'm scared that if I actually leave, I'll never come home again, I'm going to make a list of what I need to do today and tomorrow just to function, first by getting off this fucking computer, out of control again, heads up

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