here we all are gusting pre thunders making home with goat sausage and mandolines caught between summer and the night caught up by match making of all heaviness, the good tired some are not here another layer of paint, bicycle, cat, bird seed the sky opens to eating grilled pineapple from the same plate planning. sharing. we are building a religion
also particularly interesting comment because I have been thinking a lot lately about building one's life around one close partnership; versus around the collective effervescence of a fluid group of people with interwoven affections. When I start getting skeptical of the close partnership way, you and T. always come to mind to remind me not to deny the potential beauty of it
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gusting pre thunders
making home with goat sausage and mandolines
caught between summer and the night
caught up by match making
of all heaviness, the good tired
some are not here another layer of paint, bicycle, cat, bird seed
the sky opens to eating grilled pineapple from the same plate
planning. sharing.
we are building a religion
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I've never gotten a comment in poem form before!
man I miss you guys so much
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