heart lines.

.

there are love hearts
coming from the phone line
anatomical and perfect
squeezing through the tiny holes
your voice used to fit through.

we don’t belong here anymore
the black lines have
turfed us out
thrown our limpid bodies
into scattered air waves

i still keep the phone off the hook,
after the last time you hung up,
hoping that maybe you will
pick up the handset again to
speak to me.
and i will be there;
waiting.

or perhaps,
you do not trust phone lines
anymore.

so i turn my eyes to the sky
and look for a sparrow
with a message attached,
asking me to come
and find you.

.

.

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i am working six day weeks and i am tired and sore from ballet classes and i am headachey and just so damn worn out.

but you know, that’s how it goes. i am making macaroni and cheese and listening to marilyn manson which starts to make it slightly okay again. but i am moody and snappy and nothing can make up for that.

i am writing though, every so often, here or there. it’s happening and slowly, but it’s happening. i am naming the e-zine verb-ate-him so if anyone wants in, email me something and i’ll try and get it up and running asap. kimberlyrosechandler at gmail.com

i am around. i promise.

how are you all?

xo;

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