breton lalama
Bio
Multi medium artist who's really into exploring tiny huge moments. @bretonlikethecrackers (he+they)
Stories (6/0)
C O W B O Y
Cowboy had a face that looked like the sea had smoothed it over. He came into the cafe and waited while I ordered. “I’m a kung fu master,” he told me in a voice that sounded like gravel and cigarettes, “but these days I just teach the little ones, the women, the kids.”
By breton lalama2 years ago in Humans
Two Sides of the S[h]ame Coin
I am now emerging from my first years on the frontlines of adulthood. My face is dirt streaked, my lips are bruised by words I’ve since learned the art of uttering, yet I am still breathing, heart still galloping. Often still, my thoughts caress the dog eared pages of my memories of what came before. The days of my childhood were steeped in the nectar of farm life—chickens scampering underfoot while I belted Broadway show tunes to the trees, competing with the soprano voices of the birds who made nests inside the scarecrow’s placid head. The afternoons of summer were long and thinking of them conjures up the sensation of crushing sun-warmed tomatoes with my teeth, the pop of acidic juices exploding against the inside of my cheeks. I would gather the nights up in bunched handfuls and curl them around my shoulders in the comfort of my childhood bedroom. Once my parents’ footsteps had fallen far enough downstairs, the few moments of strained listening, the careful inhalations and exhalations of suspense’s orchestration, and then:
By breton lalama4 years ago in Poets
Damn Fine Chicken
“damn fine chicken” she says, fumbling the book across my table. i make fun of her so smoothly that she’s caught off guard and jabs a genuine “fuck you!” at me. she instantly recovers and almost blushes with apology. i brush it off because i like it. familiarity feels good in a stranger city.
By breton lalama4 years ago in Poets
