Monday, September 29, 2025

 


—HERE COMES TROUBLE

 

A Separate Peace

 

She sits me in a cage of stars, says Take it slow, Joe, then rockets off to a different galaxy where no one needs to pay attention. Down below me, the earth looks like a gumball bursting with sugar and colorful additives. The oceans comb their waves. Mountains slumber like exhausted dinosaurs. In a separate corner of the world, just out of view, two lovers meet for the first time and are already busy making promises neither of them will ever keep. 

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