Trini Schultz


I woke up this morning with the harbor still below my lungs. No one ever told me I would not be able to think. The wind is my only friend. Nights fall regardless of what you own. Sometimes I steal the light from a window sill, and wear it around my neck like it's the only thing I could make a decision on. Do you ever reach for the handle of a car door that is not yours, and let go just as quickly out of regret? I will be the first person in the room to admit that I have a hard time letting go. So much so, I don't answer a phone call while wearing my bathrobe. 


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