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For Edward Elric Lovers--Part 2 You awaken slowly to find that it's 9:00 in the morning. Why didn't my alarm ring?! You leap out of bed and run to the shower, thinking, it's Ed's birthday, I have to give him my gift!
Ed, however, is fast asleep at this time. He and Alphonse took the day off to enjoy themselves.
Ed stirs from his slumber. "Hey Al..."
Alphonse wakes. "What is it, brother?"
"I think getting an early start on the day would let us really enjoy every minute."
He thinks it over for a moment, then answers, "Sure. Do you want to invite _______ along?"
"Of course! I'll call her." As soon as Ed touches the phone, it rings. He jumps out of bed, scared out of his wits. After a moment, he picks up the receiver. "Hello?"
"Ed!" you answer, happy to hear he's awake. "We need
For Edward Elric Lovers "Ed?" you call, looking around. You are at his home, but have no idea where he is. "I've caught you on your prank. You can come out now."
"Aw, come on, can't you accept a little prank?" He steps out from the shadows behind you and grins. His long blonde hair is pulled back in its usual braid and one lock protrudes from his head. He is dressed in his traditional attire--red coat, black clothing, pocket watch.
"I'd rather not, Ed." The two of you preform your secret handshake and smile.
Alphonse joins you. "Hey, ______! How are you doing?"
"I'm pretty good. You?"
"I could be better, but I'm still happy where I am."
"Excellent!" You initiate your handshake with him. "Besides pranking me, what are you two up to?"
"We got to take a day off today, so we thought to com
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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