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surl of foam
breaks [as noun] of - and brown (?)
Seadark
a hand slapping the table, vase oscillating behind, guiltily treading down the hall.
so i dreamt in dialogue and words last night. and reading rilke (a tree rose up! o apogee of rising, etc) haven't figured [any]everything out yet, since i never understand.as for myth, what is orpheus to her? trampled calyx? i wore my new shoes for an hour before blistering. in long beach there is a used bookstore with fruit crates for shelves. walking out i saw a homeless man with a shopping cart. grey dreadlocks and the crepes of his eyes folding to carpine slants. like stephen d's hell.
oh and also recieved my itinerary today.