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lint

the dust sets on the streets yellow for trees rainbow for oil black for city the water catches it all i step into a puddle ankle deep and uncaring

i thought today's word would be wizard or maybe lizard salmon is a color and a taste in my mouth from a plant called blue belle it was so small in my hand, it made no sound in the misty morning

they sing but mineral calcified a latticework of notes that i cannot hear when i press my face to the granite countertop there is a pain in my lower back if i can't hear it at least she is cool on my face

lure

it was a weak line of reasoning they thought the beast had no self control her wild mane and dirty pelt but of course she ate them spat out white bone

the leaves had started to curl like sleeping fingers when the wind blew softly on them and then slowly i realized that i had made a fist every time you spoke her name

the toy had a secret inside but she didn't try to open it there didn't seem a point to this mortal body but when we sat on the grass and tried to talk about our feelings i couldn't still my hands i wanted to pry it apart.

flashes please clean the filter some day we will not be able to see through the grime today i schedule a time to wipe my glasses with alcohol instead we go to the bar and decide it's too stuffy outside on the bridge with some traffic it's noticeably more flicker, less sound

it was a little unusual but the lizard seemed polite it tipped its hat and walked with a grace that betrayed years of bipedalism it seemed to be its way to a hot date or maybe a quinceanera

or something about silver in clouds a plane passed by us in at least three directions and maybe a few dimensions i told you to duck down and hear the whow whow but instead you laughed loud enough to startle passersby

gears

i'm afraid of getting my hand caught in yours like i'm afraid of pulling the stickers from my socks we will stick and it will be painful except nothing good will grow from this

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Kairn wrote about brisk
“cold feet and sweating hands wrapped around a starbucks cup the wind is especially abrasive today and the sun refuses my company. i walk up the street looking at how people's faces drift on the…”

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