Saturday, August 1, 2015
1 august
colors by numbers and whistles by stops - these are the mice that the hickory docks - paystubs and wonder and wraparound skirts, pinecones that fall into milkshakes and worse - break apart from rhythm and tell something real, not to feel but to identify - not to try but to do rather than misfiring into an unexpected direction - the protection of excuses useful until the day is over and the laundry's still not put away, the trash is still not taken out: wait until hawaii
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