Wednesday, February 28, 2018

from p.4 on Mon., Feb. 26th

My skin fell off
this morning.
I wanted to save it,
observe it under a
microscope,
see what I am made
of.

Instead, I threw it
away,
a piece of me in the
trash.


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The wisdom of
wrinkles, that
causes a crinkle
in your own sphere,
a different perspective,
a different elective
as that mystical
wheel keeps turning,
equalizing all.


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Forever entertwined
in each other's
breath.


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Bubbling broth,
steamed windows,
finished the night
with a cookie.

Boys night.


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Walking alone
rock

Flying by
paper

Swimming through
scissors

Jumping
shoot.

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