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Roadtrip AlchemyI expand, ingrediently. / Song / sun, bare foot
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Last Ditch Mambo*for Nave* / Busyness makes one idiotic and forgetful. And we nearly sunk the night / didn’t we darling, leaning on the wrong swing.
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Burning Feetit wasn’t till night that I realized what had been bothering me all day and when I saw it at last I was sad, in the way I do, when the bothering is so easily-remedied-a-thing, once seen, or in this case, felt, as it was the longing of my feet to be without shoes, sans socks too, no winter, **** concrete, sidewalk, home every encased thing. It was night in a park with the children wahooing when I got quiet enough to listen to the feet, who’d been fed up all day, and when I slipped out of the sturdy hiking shoes and pressed my feet, which by this time had nearly given up hope of ever getting what they need, onto the cool spring grass my silly knees nearly buckled. And I was greedy for the different surfaces, to give them to the feet, who longed to walk and slide over them, to hold pebbes in toes, to crunch twigs and acorn caps, to squelch cold blades of grass together. I got a text then, from a friend, “I want to run naked through a feild of cilantro” and then my whole body started its caterwauling and boo hooing, and I felt as if I’d maybe started something I couldn’t contain, having given into the feet.
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A Something AffairThe long white curtain is still hanging on. The baby still / sleeping somewhere in all of that. I don’t mind / a thing. I don’t mind at all. See how slow and good
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On Finding HarmonicaI like to call it blowing on the harp. Or wailing. / Like how helpless my mouth is / in the throes of translating wind, how I forget to
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Small GlaciersLast night the whole world froze over / and this morning, while the sun was drinking coffee and / ******** same **** different day
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Humpers tooI want my points / of entry into / states of wanton wide release grace to be
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Tequila makes girls take their fault lines offall this drink has gone straight to the / fault-line of my ****** Pressing directly on the / button my body has wired to the word “longing”
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Darcy on the cliffsI imagine Darcy on the cliffs, beyond which the sea, / his blonde hair, so now so very, in his eyes so that he has to tip / to see
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FoolLanguage is an ingredient / in a magnificent soup. / It is not the soup itself.
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