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shaun:

 

 

eyes resolute, he hops from rock to rock “there’s no difference between the come we’d leave in the quarry and the water in the oasis.”  when i balk as i am apt to, he laughs.  “i mean we are already naked.” we are.  he's right.  we took our clothes off at the campsite,  only left hiking boots on over thick socks. there is a burr in one of mine and it’s stinging the curve of thin skin over my achilles’ heel.

 

“i’m so glad you didn’t go, back in may…” my voice travels off with my eyes that are on the sky clawed with opaque white contrails against blue gold.

 

this is a good place.

 

"i'm glad too."

i have this saved on my computer and i read it from time to time. read it just tonight

 

i love how it seems to have become a jigsaw puzzle piece in my life

 

wish i could properly express how good it is

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i have this saved on my computer and i read it from time to time. read it just tonight

 

i love how it seems to have become a jigsaw puzzle piece in my life

 

wish i could properly express how good it is

i mean you should give yourself some credit the only reason i knew to write this this way was from reading your stories about the desert. it makes me feel great to know you saved it, that's the best thing

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i wrote a poem about where geese go for wherethegeesego

 

sorry it's not happy like you requested and sorry it's so impersonal idk you v well :<

 

 

 

 

shooting through the night

high piecemeal chasing down

warmer days in new green lands

though through

and through

some huff, squawk, shriek and settle

down in man-made pastel neighborhood ponds

as lazy as the inhabitants

satiated bored feeding

on bread, popcorn, cold cheese

nurturing

young fuzz

gray winged

goslings that cannot survive the chemical waters

with artificial human devotion

geese go where it is warm when it gets cold

obviously

queuing up behind each other in the sky

get out goose, you can

no stopwatches, no loud sounds, go

fly clear over every peppermill

every head and cannon shot

stretching necks destroying lawns

any goose that is not led away

stands pretending over climate control

nuzzling saved webbed dimming dreams

 

holy

 

i can't even

 

<3 <3 <3

 

just

 

i gotta get something for your zine then

but first i gotta learn how to write like a poet

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