a story for another day.
daniela cuevas.
utopia
island where all becomes clear. solid ground beneath your feet. the only roads are those that offer access. bushes bend beneath the weight of proofs. the tree of valid supposition grows here with branches disentangled since time immemorial. the tree of understanding, dazzlingly straight and simple, sprouts by the spring called now i get it. […]
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after midnight
let the leftovers rot. let the last candle burn. let the clocks think whatever they want. this is the night, says the night, you were given. the hour, each hour, you’ve lost. so lean into me, love kiss the blue children. come cast our brief shadows together. let the wet branches lash the black windows […]
Morei picture you
i picture you leaving your coat on the hood. wallet and keys. the crisp envelope. we all know what it’s like to imagine the thing— how glaring and suddenly close the tools are if you need them: a stoplight, a prescription. a few feet of rope. or that joke of a pistol you chose at […]
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