06.01.05 - 4:09 p.m.

all the As, entire cities full of one person
for all i care, three hundred pages or bits of plastic
trinkets kept in unmarked and haphazardly
disguised shoeboxes, songs repeated over whole
rainy mornings or long solitary carrides, dirty
hair excuses to sit in water, cool porcelain
in the half-dark smelling lavender and
thinking of other people, bones and pinecone
talismans for newlyweds and my mother, what made me smart
are the secrets on that thing i sent you
for when im taciturn, dour and moody or
argumentative so you dont have to guess at
what my insides are like

the wishy-washy dark
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the project museum

the revolution will be catalogued

this american life

the library of congress

i used to believe







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