6/5: Buoyant, breathing, I am a believer near the sea. I write of yesterdays in the morning, in the morning, muddy time and too open to write of Now. No predictions here, only weather and waves. In bright red on the door of a bathroom stall, a poet wrote, Breathe deep into the night. Transient hand, sage advice. For a moment, w/ blood on my G panties, I…
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