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I push my bike up the hill, The lamplight endlessly underwater I look down narrow gutted houses And fit my imagination through them, chipped paint scraping against my skin I walk to where the lines converge A single point, a fixed value I watch spectral dust swim in the fluid The night is cavernous, like a cage Behind me, a cemetery sleeps. Spirits listen as factories churn water from below. Both surveilling a muddy sky Windows faintly glow Amber prophesying oddities, a star-shaped bone I run my finger over smoothness Above, stripped wires hang like tinsel A chemical subdues me, Digesting dreams and licking wounds My heart has been a dormant thing, Like life in the desert. The alley flickers Under intoxicating yellow street lamps, A substance I keep inside A desert bird is nesting I remember. A clean river rushes over me. I remember. Clear glass jars in the sink. I fill them with rain water. I remember. Opening the cedar door to coyotes in the night. I remember. Lemon balm growing next to the house. But I remember the switchboard loves. I go there. Concrete sets in my bones. The forest swallows me whole.
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Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 11:54 PM UTC
ascension of moths
I push my bike up the hill, The lamplight endlessly underwater I look down narrow gutted houses And fit my imagination through them, chipped paint scraping against my skin I walk to where the lines converge A single point, a fixed value I watch spectral dust swim in the fluid The night is cavernous, like a cage Behind me, a cemetery sleeps. Spirits listen as factories churn water from below. Both surveilling a muddy sky Windows faintly glow Amber prophesying oddities, a star-shaped bone I run my finger over smoothness Above, stripped wires hang like tinsel A chemical subdues me, Digesting dreams and licking wounds My heart has been a dormant thing, Like life in the desert. The alley flickers Under intoxicating yellow street lamps, A substance I keep inside A desert bird is nesting I remember. A clean river rushes over me. I remember. Clear glass jars in the sink. I fill them with rain water. I remember. Opening the cedar door to coyotes in the night. I remember. Lemon balm growing next to the house. But I remember the switchboard loves. I go there. Concrete sets in my bones. The forest swallows me whole.
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Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 11:54 PM UTC
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