if only I might
be as set to penetrate
darkness that solid
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8/20/18: Juggling Furniture
your arms grow
leaden and still it seems more
concept than practice
8/18/18: My Frayed Telomeres
like laces too un-
organized to navigate
an eyelet
8/17/18: You Still Don’t Understand
noises each
animal makes—each singing
in its own key
8/15/18: In a Mood
roads won’t dry
in this humidity—and
I’m as stubborn
8/14/18: Another Title, Reused
who would know
whether the sun lagged this
long last August?
8/13/18: The Usual Traffic This Time of Day
blocks of worries
parading—nothing could
impede them now
