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#JawnADay 2014-07-17 She asks my floor making sure I exit before pressing hers.
#JawnADay 2014-07-16 My heart is breaking, she said. I replied, What is a broken heart but a heart that's yet to be assembled? ... BOOM!!!
#JawnADay 2014-07-15 The dead flies hitting the windshield tap a rhythm--the beat that leads me home.
#JawnADay 2014-07-14 She is wearing a screen-printed pink, tank top; patterns mingle with tattoos as a fresh water delta fills the ocean as it rises ever reaching skyward toward the green light.
#JawnADay 2014-07-13 That is my youngest daughter, she says--referring to the grown woman descending the staircase--as children proclaim accomplishments.
#JawnADay 2014-07-12 She holds the coffee cup in her hands, warming her blue-tinted fingers against the porcelain; she breathes the steam to become human.
#JawnADay 2014-07-11 The lovers sit in silence not waiting to speak; they need not be laying in bed nor sitting on a park bench; there is comfort inhaling each other's breaths.
#JawnADay 2014-07-10 When you're away from me, he whispers, I dream of you. What did you say? She asks. I think it's going to rain.
#JawnADay 2014-07-09 I would text you--she said--but I've erased all your information from my phone.
#JawnADay 2014-07-08 The man--who resembles a young praying mantis--leans toward the seated woman as she stretches her arms back, tilts her head away, raises her hips forward as if inciting
#JawnADay 2014-07-07 The man presses his hand against the tree, his wrinkled flesh sun dark, his hair the chaos of branches, his feet more dense than the soft mud below.
#JawnADay 2014-07-06 He reaches for her hand; she rolls her eyes as his fingers root between hers; a dog leading his master by a leash.
#JawnADay 2014-07-05 The wrinkles around their smiles flow as the Tigris and Euphrates into each other.
