very quiet island, episodic sitting, sometimes still, sometimes raspberries, cooking with chopin, the sky did not threaten, depending upon your perspective, to rain all day like a fifties striptease gets so close without ever getting there, wordling myself into clouds again, abstract erotic hopeful poetry, suddenly the idea communes, tiramisu & tea-dirty chai, the champion of potatoes loves me again but only halfway, my day wore a tight t-shirt & the cockiest black jeans they have, cute babe reclines outside the pirate ship takes a surreptitious drag of me,
i am writing because i care.
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