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we were braiding birdsongs into white noise
asleep in our horse drawn beds
...
i want your flowers like
babies want god's love
...
as a way of getting in touch with my origins
every night i set up the alarm clock
for the time i was born so that waking up
becomes a historical reenactment
...
Papa died Sunday and I understood
All dead white boys say, "God is good"
White tongues hang out, "God is good"
...
Momma died at the Food Lion
...
There were no new ways to understand the world
only new days to set our understandings against
and thus, and so on, and so forth, et al. Sometimes i just fall in love with silly sentances that may or may not mean something. Just the construction- the way the words lean on one another I'm in the sort of mood that can only be expressed by a sly smile- a happiness, a contentment, so able to affirm itself that it sees no need to surface All of my feelings might be plagarized but what does that really mean? every feeling has been felt, recorded, so on but likewise, every breath you take is someone else's sloppy seconds I doubt i write on this thing enough, and the halflife of this entry might be interesting, but sometimes you know you have to say hi Hello!
asleep in our horse drawn beds
...
i want your flowers like
babies want god's love
...
as a way of getting in touch with my origins
every night i set up the alarm clock
for the time i was born so that waking up
becomes a historical reenactment
...
Papa died Sunday and I understood
All dead white boys say, "God is good"
White tongues hang out, "God is good"
...
Momma died at the Food Lion
...
There were no new ways to understand the world
only new days to set our understandings against
and thus, and so on, and so forth, et al. Sometimes i just fall in love with silly sentances that may or may not mean something. Just the construction- the way the words lean on one another I'm in the sort of mood that can only be expressed by a sly smile- a happiness, a contentment, so able to affirm itself that it sees no need to surface All of my feelings might be plagarized but what does that really mean? every feeling has been felt, recorded, so on but likewise, every breath you take is someone else's sloppy seconds I doubt i write on this thing enough, and the halflife of this entry might be interesting, but sometimes you know you have to say hi Hello!