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in my mindi'm already at the shore in Sacoin October
cabin by the lakerefuge from a busy life--peaceful anxiety
The Color Not in the Rainbow
No bow of seven ever shows The color it seems no one knows. Green, red, and yellow don't come near To matching with the color clear . It bends the light and let's it…
read →seedless watermelonplastic-wrapped on styrofoamprefab produce
humidity so hightwo ravens just flew past medoing a breaststroke
guiding me downstairsthe soft light of my phone screen4:13 a.m.
smokeabove the lake--waterspout
disc golf disruptedphones are screeching--tornado warning
pine trees sway--a steady breezecools the house
old man throwing discsshirt matted to his body--humidity
grey-hair strugglesputting his body on displayat the beach
up at 3amcontemplating life and death--blood draw at 8
striving not to beone of those people whose deathmakes the world better
in the junk drawerthe weird-looking tooli can't throw away