This is it
I think I'm so clever
Don't fall back under the spell
White high-top Hanes
A mug with a christmas tree on it
On paper you are unsurveilled and unpoliced
Do you remember what that feels like?
Cosmic encounters
A card with a baby on it
An orange stroller filled with babies
Beside them I am walking with the dog
Vacuuming the bedroom rug, bottomless in a grey sweatshirt
Hiking through the bare-branched woods, peeing off a rock in them
Buzzard dives then perches, wings wide open
The absence of black bars titillates
I went through a phase where I didn't wear underwear
What was that like?
It had its pros and cons
It kept me remembering my aliveness
Fingers up a long black skirt
On a dark stone bridge in Cordoba
River sloshing
Fuck off with your red lines
Remember when you said you never got to
It turned me on
I folded
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