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  • Oct 30, 2024
  • 1 min read

in the spot

where the tin turns to earth

bent

as if in reverence

(more likely a mis-thrown pine round)

steady drip drop drip

winter melt

spring cleaning spray

eases down into the fibers

grown

pink velvet mold

gush through pointer and middle fingers

of

tired old work gloves

 
 
 
  • Oct 29, 2024
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press the speed square

snug

crave measurement

inconsistency

impatience

half haphazard premises

try to force cleanliness of mathematical

purity

as if (then)

just by tapping belief

with a hammer

it would finally

align

 
 
 

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