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All I can tell you is
that you brought yourself here, and
that you’ll take yourself away. The wolf
shouted wolf. The boy shouted
boy. Air is illusion
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from "The Wages of Life With a Tad of Smoke on the Horizon" by Jamison Crabtree
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When was the last time you stood up for someone else? — Why did you bother?
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from "WOLF!!!" by Jamison Crabtree
The Wages of Life With a Tad of Smoke on the Horizon You came here for the truth but I can’t tell you that things will get better: they may not. All I can tell you is that you brought yourself here, and that you’ll take yourself away. The wolf shouted wolf. The boy shouted boy. Air is illusion and it’s there, in that space, that we call out knowing that we’ve already revealed ourselves for what we never were.
Jamison Crabtree | The Wages of Life With a Tad of Smoke on the Horizon
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Shaving
She made a habit of watching me shave.
It seemed like nothing at the time, warm colors in the morning, patches of a girl diffusing in the fog that decorated the mirror.
Like in an old movie, when you're left standing on the platform as the train pulls away
and then, when the smoke starts to clear, you wait to see if it's your imagination or if there's someone waiting to be revealed.
Only, if it were a movie she'd be able to step forward and make everything clear.
Here, a closeness is lost in our morning rituals.
Some type of forgetfulness concerning the risks we take, the casual violence inherent to the most mundane of acts. That's what she liked, I think. The rough slide of the blade
A plow through snow, working against my neck, occasionally catching against the winter soil.
The larger picture ignored as we lean too far in towards the mirror, an intimacy lost in detail.
One that only appears after a few steps back, after the image has sharpened. When couples close their eyes Before they kiss, they do it for a reason.
Jamison T. Crabtree
Our mistake was in the trusting; who knows if your hound licks your face for threat or taste.
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from "Lament for the Thing" by Jamison Crabtree
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Shaving
She made a habit of watching me shave.
It seemed like nothing at the time,
warm colors in the morning, patches of a girl
diffusing in the fog that decorated the mirror.
Like in an old movie, when you're left
standing on the platform as the train pulls away
and then, when the smoke starts to clear,
you wait to see if it's your imagination or if
there's someone waiting to be revealed.
Only, if it were a movie she'd be able to
step forward and make everything clear.
Here, a closeness is lost in our morning rituals.
Some type of forgetfulness concerning
the risks we take, the casual violence inherent
to the most mundane of acts. That's what she liked,
I think. The rough slide of the blade.
A plow through snow, working against my neck,
occasionally catching against the winter soil.
The larger picture ignored as we lean too far in
towards the mirror, an intimacy lost in detail.
One that only appears after a few steps back, after
the image has sharpened. When couples close their eyes
before they kiss, they do it for a reason.
Jamison T. Crabtree
