7 hours ago

Whatever made me, made me.
And there ain’t no going back now.
Think of us, oh, like puppeteers,
but the strings trail too far,
back to the theatre and everything.
And the slightest twitch encapsulates too much,
bringing the stage and everything else down.
But you don’t like abstractions.
Get to the fucking point, Oliver, & etc.
So try…

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2 days ago

when the flash goes back in time
in the not-very-good justice league movie,
because that’s not how time travel works
how can his wound heal like that? and
you don’t know what i’m talking about,
but he goes back in time, and the world
and all the lampposts reassemble —
i also got in an argument…

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2 days ago

To begin again, in nothing. We live
at the Dollar Store. Surrounded by
off-brand Taiwanese Transformers
(car boringly becomes a robot, look!)
and those green army men with parachutes
(never played with ever) and plumbing fixtures,
plus kitchen instruments of nebulous design.
Exactly my kind of thing. Buy them
and love them all. …You’re the spectral hottie
sitting…

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Jul 26

I’m outside. (Rickety picnic bench,
by garage, next to sober house
where I live. Very pretty, ramshackle,
junk in the garage —
guy stuff, bikes, weights, shitty old DVDs —
left by previous tenants
who decided going out and drinking
seemed like a real good idea.
(But outside is nice, lots of trees,
right near artsy…

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Jul 24

You are illiterate. Our love
can never be. You’ll read this,
squint, shrug to yourself,
and say, “It is probably a menu.
Or a phone message.” But hey.
For five minutes after we have sex,
I kind of like you.

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Oliver Miller

Oliver Miller

I have an MFA in fiction and have written for lots of places. To read my good stuff, you’ll have to subscribe to me — I now only ‘publish’ the blah stuff here.