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Jejune - Tori, July 31

je / june


1: Ditches toss a wildflower salad:

daisies, clover, the tender blades 

of itchgrass.


2: Walking, I eat space.


3: I stab the metaphysical fork,

unfazed by the

     eek on plate,

          a. slight slip of times.


4: The stories of others

create a circuit that buzzes

the power line.

          a. Sky darkening.

          b. Suddenly the low of cows.


5: America got big, or something,

with worry.


5: Dark clouds blimp

me out. 


     But I can still see the slide

of a children's swingset,

brazen as mustard.


6: Once ON

I am like a hunger switch.

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