Like Spun Glass

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Amazing

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Andrey Tarasov

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Wonder

by Maya Angelou

A day drunk with the nectar of nowness weaves its way between the years to find itself at the flophouse of night to sleep and be seen no more.

Will I be less dead because I wrote this poem or you more because you read it long years hence.

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An Orchard Picnic - Zoe Young , 2017.

Australian , b. 1978 -

Acrylic on linen , 120 x 90 cm.

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Chiffon Cake with Blueberry Compote and Honey Lavender Chantilly Cream

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Jessica gives me a chill pill

by Angie Sijun Lou

I keep waking up in different beds and in this same body. I have to say this right away so you know it didn't start with limbs slackened, hair oily, a cruelty towards the sun. It started in the backseat of Jessica's Pepto-dismal truck. She tied my hair back with rubber bands when the freeway passed clean through us. Jessica says I can feel like a cherry blossom tree wobbling under lightning. Jessica has a forehead scar from the deep end of a pool. I ask Jessica what drowning feels like and she says not everything feels like something else. That night we lose the 7/11 lottery but I draw my lucky number, no quarters so we scratch our tickets with fingernails. Jessica says that's the sanctity of ritual — a ceaselessness in how I look at every drop of rain before it touches ground, the way Jessica mouths my name in her sleep eating each syllable like a minor god. I'm coming out as someone who loves things unevenly, my theologies strewn out in the dark, this iPhone an almost oracle. Jessica forces me to watch every sunset even when I am full. She puts her fingers in my mouth and says open your eyes. Open them. You see the small-town girls on big billboards? One day that's us.

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