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Dead fish swim near my feet, two people make out far away, a lifeguard blows a whistle over seagulls who avoid the dead fish and sweet couple and lifeguard and poop onto me just I was going to perform CPR on the fish to save it from drowning though I suppose oxygen is the least … Continue reading
Sad steeped poems are the easiest; it’s much harder to write about eating cherries with your feet buried in sand and with a breath of yellow on your diaphragm like a cat around your legs purring as you move against a towel that wraps you in sleep and wakes you up later with the help … Continue reading
There was a drowning on a beautiful day with kids passing a beach ball and teen drinking spiked lemon juice and me writing a poem, smiling at my cleverness and how lucky I am to worry only about how things sound or look when I hear a distant wail and I think it’s the kids … Continue reading
The sun sets when the day begins for I hoist myself above my balcony with cars below and people above and I am happy that I have a choice to be happy or not with just a baby step, though I am a nested bird that is afraid of heights. * Night is too short. … Continue reading
The rain falls on a summer’s day for it doesn’t know any better. * There is sun in my eyes so I cannot see that it is a beautiful morning where the birds do sing and the plants do grow and there’s a bustle going on around me and that will go on with out me … Continue reading
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