That is literally the smallest load of laundry I've ever done in my life
At the laundromat in Maine. At the laundromat in Queens. At the laundromat in a small dusty town in the Rockies.
In order to remove part of the rambling rose I slashed my wrists to bleeding
Thorns in my fingers
We saw an elder bridge
Bull in a glass shop
Mirror ears
Dried noodles in clear plastic canisters
Goes as fast as it comes
At the farm we strung tarps and assembled the metal pins
Two weeks ago we sheared hundreds of trees
In two weeks we will string the baler pad with lights
Blood swelling under pinched skin
Put off by in crowds
Drive home and feast on arepas, fried plantain, Brussel sprouts, yucca
Still can't get over that ottoman
It's a cool thing that you get to do here
I eye the chocolate for gluten
Colorado, it was ego-pride. As if mere location made me better
Pennsylvania, it's fierce-pride. As if I've been told not to love myself and I do
You can't catch a lightning bug's light
Tires nearly bald
Helpful stranger in the Rutter's parking lot
Two dogs rolling and pissing and digging and running
Hanna is learning to set boundaries
Big for her britches, then the middle
I got big for my britches
Thigh muscles swelling my running tights
Then the injury
Now the return to lankiness, stronger this time
Whoa there, I got scared for a minute
Nowhere else to be but in the present moment
A sudden craving for mango
Seeing him that happy made me so happy
My heart swelled
You're the only person on earth I want to do labor for
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