Monday, July 27, 2020

Heavy and huge, some slowly sighing mass,
expansive I sit, grown by my own breath. 

Liquid rather—a lava pool whose thick 
heat releases gently upward, soft harm;

returned to muck, holed up, hidden, cocoon-
ridden, mid-shift and shapeless; I begin

another period to traverse and
stretch to end. Who could help themselves from this?

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love notes
a ritual to start the work week