I can’t stay in one place for too long. In the distance, the sun is always reflecting off the leaves creating spiderwebs between the branches that I’m sure I’ll be able to feel one day. On the day I will finally understand the difference between the unreal and real. Until that day, I will continue to chase that line between the sky and earth. I know I’ll get there one day or I’m not Mercedes A’Lexus Ford, and I told you I was
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My bags were packed and I was on my out of this door. A knock would have me linger here in this life where I no longer existed. I answered the door and lingered. He was wearing dirty jeans and work boots. His arms were perfect for keeping your warm and pinning you down. He was a tall dark man with eyes that lied. I thought I saw a smile. I didn’t have time for this. There were too many miles between right now, the desert, and my new name. He introduced himself as the plumber that had come to fix the problem I had called about a month and a half ago. I let him in and watched his ass go by. Not even that would make a good enough story to stay here
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I hear him in the bathroom bellowing and banging things. I laugh and think that is exactly what I felt every night and morning as I had to clean myself in the kitchen. He is explaining to whomever was on the other end of the phone how they needed to start stretching in order be prepared to have his tool box inserted into a certain bodily orifice when he got back to the office
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