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I sacrifice much of myself for the sake of myself I don't want the things I want I'm afraid of things that hold any meaning like a shadow in an empty room or reflections of wind in the trees

I pressed each letter onto the paper with a delicate turn of the handle and watched as the bee flew again and again into the window screen trying ever harder to escape the place that is all too familiar to you and I

Secretaries are extinct are politically incorrect are called admins now I feel so sorry for their glasses kept on tiny chains close to their tiny pockets which are normally filled with pens

silk

The way it feels on my palms is exactly how the sky feels as the clouds pass under it

When I move toward California you say: The air is bright today. When you walk toward the coast I say: I was sure there was nothing left.

near

White fish and Joseph Ceravolo Marathons and brick buildings Falling trees and drawing breath I am and whatever is next

I have managed to find you under this mass of poems but have you managed to find the heart of them all?

I can only think of water rising and possibly the way hot asphalt smells after it rains or the way air has become tense this summer

root

I took the route home and back. The sun was bright and forgetful the air was equally so.

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“I have managed to find you under this mass of poems but have you managed to find the heart of them all?”

the words Katie reaches for

airsunbrightmanagedtreestowardtinyamusetranscendentwordssparrowsflyeveningbarelydecidingset