Wednesday, February 8, 2017

from periods 1 and 4 on Feb. 6th

Flour outlined
the surface
of my hands
as they launch
a flying saucer
of dough into 
oblivion.



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Crowded streets
humming with
running motors
shrouded in the 
shadows of 
skyscrapers.

Tears after a 
phone ringing
best night of my life.



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Sunshine 

and nothing.



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Blended, smeared,
and rushed are
the colors along
the path of the
derailed.

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