margate i think

we were on a beach and there were people around 

and you cut two small squares for me with your pocket knife 

and the mother next to me stared for a long time

with her sunglasses sliding down to the edge of her nose

and the brim of her hat very close to my face

we sat on the beach and everything was bright and shimmering and we were sitting on a towel

and a seagull carried a shark in its mouth and we ran towards it for a long time

we drew things in the sand with our toes like animals and pentagrams and we gathered seaweed and made a fortress for the baby crabs we found dead or dying

we made them a castle

they had a kingdom

we had a kingdom

that lasted ~8 hours

until we ate pizza

and drove back to phila

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 hi this is a small thing i am writing / somewhat physical copy of 'monotone phone notes 4' or whatever; going to break into the copy room at school this weekend and print a few, if you want a copy please leave yr name and yr address and one interesting fact about yrself

(:

(a shit piece that did not appear in Pop Serial 3)

monotone phone notes 3

1
5AM on Burling
it is 34 degrees
I am walking down the street and there is a TV through the window
and I am wishing I was watching that TV
and your head is on my lap

2
the point between when the sun rises and is beautiful
and when it rises and becomes irritating
and your eyes hurt

3
watching the sun rise listening to Peter
Gabriel seems like 'something' idk
the heat is on very high

4
one good thing: a cigarette after brushing yr teeth

5
the story Stephen tells us about that time you drove to Chicago
...
seems much more gratifying when you tell it

6
just spent ~25 minutes watching a family
of ducks swim into view then swim
out of view

effigy or something

then into view again
they swam very close to me
there were three

hymns

7
just watched the same video ~5x
I forgot I was outside
I forgot it was 12AM

8
I smelled that shirt until there was nothing left to smell
I wore it until it fell off of my body

some things a small boy would maybe tweet @ or abt his dad pt. 1

'dad you cut my hair the same as you cut yr hair only mine is worse bc that lady cut yr hair nice and you cut my hair w kitchen scissors'

'dad you r telling me 'let's go this way instead' after already pulling my arm in that direction y?'

picking my lips until there is blood

At night I dream of drawing tunnels in the sand

Tunnels that lead to nowhere
but are full of tiny razor blades

And afterwards we go to the mall
and line against the coat rack while holding hands
And as he counts from three I can taste the salt from your eyes
But when we die we will wake and there will be salt all around us


At night with you I am vulnerable
Like taking a shower with the door open
or like that time in tenth grade when the teacher asked if anyone knew what a 'snuff film' was and I was the only one who raised my hand

what am i anymore?