Sunday, November 9, 2014

09 - NaNoWriMo

I missed a few days due to being down & out with a migraine. It happens. I'm upright today and that's all I really want to focus on right now.



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There was a clasp on a coin purse that
I couldn't undo. I would bruise my fingertips
trying to move it--

shells with personalities, ceramics just as
wild with frozen smirks and sacks slung permanent
on patched shoulder--someone took the time to
paint this collarbone


And moss. Always ripping sheets of it
to bring indoors and place dirt down
in shoebox(the babies need blankets too)--

The sun, some song, brown of my knees
swayed as summer posed in the halfbeat between
wind and interstate



she goes fast
like first loves
and other languages

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