Las Vegas letters and stale photographs Plastic containers and cotton swabs Closets of canvas and a pink lunch box An inspirational book on tape Army blankets and an unused sleeping bag Red lipstick and cough drops Cat carrier with accessories Bathing suit and paper towels My high school diploma Staple gun and a half-eaten moon pie Grandmas old pajamas CD inserts and one disk from a two-disk set A blue sock missing its counterpart Peanut butter without the jelly Ying.
Dialectical oppositions are defined as the presence of two relational forces that are independent but jointly related. These forces cancel each other out and negate what the other force builds. Both forces are always present and you cannot have one without the other. Sometimes one of the forces is stronger depending on the context and situation but the other opposing force is still there. A point that goes along with this idea is that neither pole or force is seen as positive or negative. You can't say that connection is bad and autonomy is good. Depending on the relationship and the context either one could be good or bad. So to be correct you just say they are existent.
Allison draws the joint to her lips and exhales sixty percent of the time
A marionette sits on the edge of her counter facing dishes that don’t wash themselves holding the place for paintings to follow mazes that have no beginning or end
Allison receives three am phone calls from Sarah and rolls over in bed with a smile Chicago paces gently in her dreams and promises sweet nothings in return for her romance
The man who frequents the bar where she works and the sad trombone in the opposite corner wave when laughter shoots from her hips or challenges them with a dirty old question
The sun hits the window at a quarter past seven coffee is brewing and she’s watching over me
Allison grips the back of a chair plans destinations despite empty pocketbooks
We commit to more paintings more hope and more beauty We commit to more fiction more hikes through the desert We commit to less sleep less drama and men
I head back to bed and throw good luck her way
Last night when we drove through yesterdays mountains with rose colored glasses resting between us
Oh how we loved and how we forgave about sixty percent of the time.
My actions are not conversational They are place-holders Reference points for later arguments They do not mean anything They never will They will not answer you when you howl at them Don’t let my actions betray you They represent the fall Not of one, but of many Woman Capricious and unforgiving They smirk in the corner with a cold cigarette Throwing dishes Beating dead horses Separating and returning Months later Refusing to Speaking of Failed guns and tiny control.
1. my muse 89. pictures of ourselves 45. meaning seekers 66. someone had to pull the plug 67. your hand touched the plug before mine 79. i apologize 3. i love in you what i love in myself 78. we turn our backs at different intervals 9. i can’t stand losing control 25. mirrors 21. validation 99. i am your biggest fan 33. two libras 30. cement trucks in waiting 5. i’m not mad at you 1. a little mystery goes a long way
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