craigslist poetry

[The entries these lines link to are all gone now, but the thoughts remain.]

when she calls today I am going to tell her you just stepped staring out the window with a blank look on my face

you’ve let me wear your sweater even though you were freezing

and if anyone knows who this angel with broken wing and a british/kiwi accent might be the thunderbolt was seemingly mutual

no one special it was nice to see you again

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I acknowledge that I live and work on stolen Cowlitz, Clackamas, Atfalati, and Kalapuya land.
I give respect and reverence to those who came before me.