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some mornings even my hair seems to behave, when i don't need it to -- like weather or feelings.                          after today, i was content. i finally got my bed just the way i like it, settled in, surrounded by cush, and plush and (dead insects)                             despite     a growing discomfort in my belly, i'm still fine; saltine remedy, mint tea                               potion. a lovely girl asked                 me to catch dreams for her. of course i will, in jars like fireflies, natural lanterns to light up your imagination.                              but the           aching in my belly     seems intent on staying until addressed appropriately-- sneakily                 creeping up on me like adolescent shenanigans-- acknowledgement is reminiscence, the kind you don't fancy at 1:00 am. so i mulled it over, going home; like a kick in the shins, it made me realize that the little place in me, maybe a vein or vesicle, is still missing.                it used to be an ***** a limb; in months it shrank to an extremity, a digit, finally infinitesimal-- but still missing.      (now) i'm having trouble                 making my peace with the fact that you'll have that artery, or capillary, or soul atom for awhile or forever, maybe. but i think, i posit in fact, perhaps by march, a few months more, i'll forget and be able to say "it's yours."
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Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 4:45 AM UTC
for me, and for you/my sweet
some mornings even my hair seems to behave, when i don't need it to -- like weather or feelings.                          after today, i was content. i finally got my bed just the way i like it, settled in, surrounded by cush, and plush and (dead insects)                             despite     a growing discomfort in my belly, i'm still fine; saltine remedy, mint tea                               potion. a lovely girl asked                 me to catch dreams for her. of course i will, in jars like fireflies, natural lanterns to light up your imagination.                              but the           aching in my belly     seems intent on staying until addressed appropriately-- sneakily                 creeping up on me like adolescent shenanigans-- acknowledgement is reminiscence, the kind you don't fancy at 1:00 am. so i mulled it over, going home; like a kick in the shins, it made me realize that the little place in me, maybe a vein or vesicle, is still missing.                it used to be an ***** a limb; in months it shrank to an extremity, a digit, finally infinitesimal-- but still missing.      (now) i'm having trouble                 making my peace with the fact that you'll have that artery, or capillary, or soul atom for awhile or forever, maybe. but i think, i posit in fact, perhaps by march, a few months more, i'll forget and be able to say "it's yours."
old summer loves.
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Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 4:45 AM UTC
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