• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 06
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everything scares, everything smarts

reach for pocketknives

     carved wood memory

tell you what:

     dive in-love anew

:woman, you are the different shapes of moon together,

making custard of my plain skin

:letters are hikers, okay? you me holiday — words

:honey, you turned my sorrows into sleepy doodles, into unthinking scribbles, onto

letterbox thorns — send

     send

  send

me love some too

    some

  time

xoxo

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everything scares, everything smarts

:its night again. (we write letters when sleep chooses one of us, leaves the other)

glass windowpane, thin moon beaming, your should-square

i need no war

ever.

this. peace. xoxo

:no emily e e   e dont    just    please

my heart, just   fling   on   the     rails,    you     go

:you take care

me- burnt, not quite ash yet

the sea says

  nothing stays

i fossilized on

  kite toelined-shore,

leaning against messy picket,

  polaroid fixed on waxy mouth

while

polishing saudade off a

  &nbsp plate of boiled beans,

         fare-well-not-so-much

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