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Okoboji’s wave-crashing lullaby baptized me whole. Her voice sounds just like my grandmother’s missing morning-hum. It echoes like a ripple, and it rings in far-off frequencies. I run off the dock – one hundred and thirty-six feet deep. She will catch me. She has let me fall. Born from a blue-water lake, I collected Her drops in my eyes. She wanted me to be my own reservoir.
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May 9, 2022
May 9, 2022 at 12:13 AM UTC
Resting Water
Okoboji’s wave-crashing lullaby baptized me whole. Her voice sounds just like my grandmother’s missing morning-hum. It echoes like a ripple, and it rings in far-off frequencies. I run off the dock – one hundred and thirty-six feet deep. She will catch me. She has let me fall. Born from a blue-water lake, I collected Her drops in my eyes. She wanted me to be my own reservoir.
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24/Non-binary/Boston
May 9, 2022
May 9, 2022 at 12:13 AM UTC
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