Amber Stanza Forrester – Page 3

Amber Stanza Forrester

dark times ahead

I’m trying not to let it get to me. It gets to me.
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July 19, 2022
gone fishing

It’s an inherently selfish thing to be sad.
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July 11, 2022
Sweet Dreams

Her room smells like new shoes Or new jeans; Fresh rubber, fresh fabric. Fake-
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June 10, 2022
Obituary

I hate Sundays the way that Christians might hate God; almost fictional in their magnitude.
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February 15, 2022
Gulp

there is nothing. leaps and bounds of it: this timeless vacuum
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January 1, 2022
skin on the line

washing day: the bimonthly emptying of pockets- warm swells of detergent- Sweet steam room damp.
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November 20, 2021
train

I only feel like I belong to the city when I’m on the train.
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September 30, 2021
Jigsaw

My dreams are potent at the moment.
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August 15, 2021
noisy

I played the rain away
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July 6, 2021