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Chris
@chrisperron
Short fiction and poetry
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Static. White noise. White House. Confusion. A king in false clothes and i am afraid of americans again.
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Hook-Ups
The eternal scream and the gripping claw. This love, this life and subsequent absence following it.
Prepared Response #36
During the six months following a very difficult breakup and attempting to understand what it meant or what it was to attempt to salvage what was or what could be left from a friendship I began a stra...
A mammoth cave
You stumble into me.
Tripping,
drunk,
sleep,
darkness,
yet you are not afraid.
you owe me nothing
yet still return.
The
first
time in
a
while.
I remember the day you died. So cold the air froze when you tried to breathe,
"is this what it felt like?"
I called my brother in San Francisco and we talked for an hour about Boogie Nights and was...
The
Unemployment
Office at
night.
How have I come to this place?
I feel myself melt into the muddled gray of the linoleum floor. Support me now and keep me from descending into the abysmal silent scream. Surely this is no gleaming p...
"Wave"
Then he made a distinct waving motion upon their arrival. His palm turned out in a gesture of greeting misread as a warning.