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Eleven twenty-three fourteen
…a book about the Grateful Dead the taste of fruit and whiskey…
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Solenopsis Invicta
I got bitten by a fire ant last weekend, for the first time in forever, and it reminded me of this tiny little thing I wrote nearly three years ago. It makes sense to me, anyway. We lay tangled each breath a taste of something like a wish and in the cold we built forever…
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planet.
under this blackbright sky i was in your hands. i held the scent of fire under my tongue it made me high it made me sleep it made me what was that you said? our words are mumbles, something like dreams half-awake, forgotten what was this. we are hazy filters layered over an already pitch-perfect…
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April Fox 