there was no letter
instead she chased.
“tug his shirt sleeve,” (she thought), beat
him to the hart punch.
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i would
grab your shoulders, shake
you. but, i’m no Fighter and
you’re no Lover, hun.
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Do.
I dig brain roads to
another place. white wonder
feeling of peace: is.
sea-made milky way
train dreams
saw you yesterday
afternoon, last night woke up
sweating in my room
Into the woods
my mother grew up inside a lake,
slopped-off grey clay braided into her deer-brown locks.
my mother whispered into my ear:
the very last winter, the lake was drained,
they found a pair of lady’s shoes, heels up…
