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The Parliament Literary Journal
Make conscious the reality of death
I remember saying in school that I wanted to "murder myself"
She grabs more mud to drown and tells me she slept with a guy on Wednesday
Evgeniya Dineva
Winter Ribs
He didn't say he'd miss this but he will
My father says, "Let you in on a secret..."
How the water around you is familiar
Why would I do that?
It used to be that your name was all that I had in my diary
The sort of jazz you only see in charity shop boxes
"Shut the fuck up. Bro."
I don't grieve music when I lost my Beethoven CD
According to Sarah K: a submissive
(My pocket: phone, keys, my dad's pocketknife. Couldn't do without all three.)
Four days before the end of the world, Trent and I were smoking a blunt
It took eight of us three hours to dissect her posterior
Let's pick someone who looks as if they know where they are going and follow them.
Pleasure is very selfish; egocentric
In an era of viewers worship
(She) can't sit anymore
In this crucible, I have capered and stalked in the skin of a black puma
A snake oil con with a rap sheet for shoplifting wheelbarrel MacGuffins
But no one questioned medics then
I keep those Wordles to myself
playing hooky from work wife and kids
even though
When someone becomes famous, their name becomes a part of our collective vocabulary