epic battle scenes

fourteen thousand miles wasn't far enough for answers to questions i'd still ask.

late at night in the alley on blanchard. under streetlights, we touch one last time. my car is filled with the last of my things. i don't want to leave everything.

i'm sure that the chemicals on this photo are terrible for my lips but some things i just don't care about anymore and photos and memories are all i have left.

my hopes were dashed on rocky cliffs in santa cruz where you carved "pals 3/96" when that part fell into the ocean one tumultuous winter.

so i prepare anesthesia. scalpel. four inch vertical incision. thrust in my fist. stitch up emptiness.

because second chances may come never.

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