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EMILIA

Pink roses in my lap and such sensible waste of time. Feels as though I am wilting in slow motion and have no desire to seek out neither sunlight nor rain. It is said that the head that wears the crown is heavy and so my eyelids must be royal. I used to dream of homes with you and balconies over water and near a grocery store that had everything.

A grocery store is a corner shop.

A corner shop is not always situated on a corner. A balcony is a piece of sky that belongs to you. Water is all of the sky's wet. Homes are belonging places. You were once a belonging place for me - for my sick heart. I am locking eyes with Bill at the interval. I want to connect so ravenously that my hunger has blinded me to every outstretched hand.

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Writing: On The Act Of

So softly - grandmother said - and yet as clear as if the voice came from inside of you.

Words rest sun-dried by komorebi, by a filter coffee tremor that vibrates the phrase to a frequency un-uglied.

Speak to the pottery when you shape it. Kiss it as it dries. What space, time, and air can fit inside it and your clay lips.

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I used to dream I could

walk on water if I made

my body light enough.

Like a hole you can touch

the empty of. I think then

I serendipped myself in the

true nature of the soul: just

moonsmoke behind the eyes.

And death the daylight that

renders it invisible.

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When Arundhati Roy asked:

"If you're happy in a dream,

does that count?", and when

Ned Rorem replied: "nothing

is waste that makes a memory".

It tore me up, like all the pages

of all the books that contained

all my teenage joys.

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