READ. HEAR. SEE. STALK.
When I see you I get all pancake mouth, waffle cheek and syrup tongue. Stomach full of strawberry fields– forever, complete with caterpillars that found their wings; they are breath-taking. Even with the skydive knocked into my lungs I tend to say too much but I’ll never talk with my mouth fully full with anything other than modesty. Honestly.
You can read the poem: here.
Pterodactyl / We come to a complete stop. At a red light. We wear our arms like seat-belts- crossed for protecting our pilot lights.* I can’t help but wonder how many airbags might deploy if a meteor crashed headfirst and heavyset into the planet and pancaked us eternally into this moment- and how our fossils would look confused; funeral flowers on a wedding cake. None of this matters, we’re both thinking it, God is a foster child playing with his erector set. You grin with as much conviction as a dented automobile, breaking the months of silence to say, “I miss you.”
You can read the poem: here.
monster trucks.
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we are old enough to know the truth / francis thomas sanchez / oil rigs & watercolors
the apex (is still the apex) / francis thomas sanchez
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pedestrian / francis thomas sanchez / oil rigs & watercolors
