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Foundation  \nhttps://archive.org/details/isbn_9781511432382  \nT  \nH  \nE  \nS  \nE  \nV  \nI  \nO  \nL  \nE  \nN  \nT  \nD  \nE  \nL  \nI  \nG  \nH  \nT  \nS  \n# A Few Ways You Remind Me of Everything I Will Never See Again\n\nI want to tell you that your hands look exactlylike the back roads in Colorado,  \nbut lately my mother has been begging me to stopturning people into metaphors.  \nYesterday she found ink scrawled onto my thighs  \nand complained about how I never open the journals she buys me.She doesn't understand how poetry bleeds through my poresand I could never tell her I use your skin as a canvasinstead of her blank pages  \nOur family vacations remind me of the dreams  \nI have with you in them.Like the time our car explodedon the interstate in Nebraska and I tripped over  \nthe skeleton ofa deer.I desperately dug up the rest of the carcass;Wrapped the spine,skull,teeth,and antlers into my skinso I could learn how to better harbor the dead.  \nWhen I saw the ocean for the first time  \nit was raining so hard that I could see your wordsdripping in the rain.I ran out into the ocean to seeif it truly did taste like you,because since the dayI met you,you've bragged about the way you were borninto the Pacific Ocean,and maybe if I swim long enoughI'll finally find your latitude and longitude.  \nBecause of all the things I have lost,you’re the oneI've been searching for;In the valleys of the hillsof Montana and in the freezing glaciers of Canada,where I swear I saw your fingerprints somewhereunderneath all that ice.  \n# The Night We Stole Your Father's Drugs\n\nRemember the night your dad passed out from all that booze,and feeling like tragedies we wanted to see if we could do the same?We took all his Bud Light and those pillsthat make you forget your name.  \nThat night,I wanted to forget allthe roads I had been on.I wanted to forget all the foreign,desperatefaces I've seen walking down the street orin the grocery store.Before I knew it,you were running through your front yardwith a 4o ounce in your left hand and you weresinging the blues.That's the first time I rememberhearing you sing and I sat there on your front porchtrying my hardest to pull off a laugh because at this pointI felt like I was vanishing.And as my feet began to disappear,I didn’t panic.And when my fingertips began to dissipate,I wondered if maybe you were running because you were tryingto outrun time,or your Christian mother who begs youto take those holes out of your face.Or maybe,  \nyou're trying to outrun the father that is unconscious  \non your couch and only comes around when he's inebriated.And I saw you running out there withthis huge fucking grin on your face  \nand everything was dark except for the moonlluminating shadows.And for that night  \nI put away the thought of fathers and church pewsand I ran out under  \nthe moon with my best friend andwe ran and ran and ran untileverything was gone but us.  \n# Life Is Not a Paragraph\n\nI woke up to 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