Euros I can't use (5/4/26)
In some far-away corner of this cubed Earth, I am precious and timeless; I am needless, I am discernable and excruciating. I reflect the iconography of Jesus with the seedling powers of Demeter, I encompass every 'no,' every 'yes,' every painful silence, every empty bed, every lingering smell, every drop of the ocean, every spearing of a fork into that sweet, precious, tasteless slice of the tangible. I have never felt so omnipresent as in this moment with you, your roaming fingers, your hair of tangled rivers your meatless body. It all ends with you. I am a sealed envelope waiting for the letter opener to reveal some sacred, ancient word in those dire, pressing moments which accompany a future.
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