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handpicked blueberries in yogurt, tea on the porch, Ellen, in desperation to plant a raspberry bush. jogging through a grasshopper field holding in screams at the small green chirps shooting up around my ankles. grimy trails of sweat, the daddy longlegs crawling out from under my thigh the dirt at home under my nails. nickel-bright stars above the trees, a cool tress rising, buzzing in the porch light of bugs going for our jugulars, still tight and smooth.
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May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 8:32 PM UTC
A Weekend
handpicked blueberries in yogurt, tea on the porch, Ellen, in desperation to plant a raspberry bush. jogging through a grasshopper field holding in screams at the small green chirps shooting up around my ankles. grimy trails of sweat, the daddy longlegs crawling out from under my thigh the dirt at home under my nails. nickel-bright stars above the trees, a cool tress rising, buzzing in the porch light of bugs going for our jugulars, still tight and smooth.
This weekend in Vermont turned me inside out. Made me wish I didn't have to spend summer in suburbiaaahh
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May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 8:32 PM UTC
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