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waterline, wet hair, white scar sinking in the same old ever-widening circle the blue crabs, the cordgrass and the way it cuts salt-clean and sweet red over the bone of your ankle it rained all day, my hands are weak with it and this story has become unstable

also: the swallow-tailed kites are back which is such an eerie, otherwordly sight. ten year old me reading the sibley guide to birds would've never dreamed of this.

#i love them so much but seeing them gives me a sweet kind of dread

june: half over and hardly felt books: barely read and everywhere drought: severe metaphors: obvious blood: riddled heart: weak eyes: tired

#i'm having a weird june #if you cant tell by the complete lack of june poems #in my defense not one day of this month has felt like june and if it does not rain soon i will need prescription medication

june and all i can feel is the bright green tenderness of a new leaf

extreme tenderness at all times: holding seeds in my hands, holding my friend who didn’t bring a jacket, carrying the bugs outside, moving the sapling to where it will have room to grow

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#i'm back here again

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4.7.22 @nosebleedclub prompt, real angel

clean sheets, one window open to the cool air of spring dusk, a glass of water, and a dog and a book on the bed

second day of spring

#earthstars are some of my oldest friends

both of us are always so entranced by those dark woods across the water

early march and the red-winged blackbirds are back

just got hit with an overwhelming, dizzying, desperate need to go to the library and look in the free magazine pile i must be strong and get through tonight and work tomorrow and then i can do that