Category: Poetry
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Poaching lines from my old drafts to make a weird poem; this was kind of fun! How many different drafts do you think are represented here? I watch pelicans fly along the shore watch as they periodically dive straight down into the water I think to them the water tastes like broth, comforting and familiar…
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Loving a person so much they become a cometYou’ve got stars in your hairOh, you who are so tangled in the universeEven that unfolding expanseIs not enough to hold all of this loveThere is so muchSpilling from my eyes Into the dirt at my feetRivers running into the sea-rjm
loose threads 