No. -01

We aspire for nothing quite so worthwhile as love like

the shoulders of Atlas, stronger together (part of a whole).

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No. -02

I love the rain.

Each drop is a promise made and kept,

Whispered into the air for all to hear:

“Fall.”

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No. -03

Nudity is fun and games,

Relaxing, unweighted

Freedom

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No. -04

When we are little and scared of the dark, retreating into blankets is perfectly sensible.

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But there is no light within, closed off from the world.

How hilarious. How tragic.

How presently common. How-

-disingenuous of the poet to claim suchly. The dark

warmth of being wrapped, cocooned,

toes safely ensconced, breath

hot and inescapable - few are the comparative comforts.

The dark is known, and the (outside not).

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No. -05

Pleasure over tender love.

Love over tender pleasure.

Either way or neither, consent is supreme.

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No. -06

I have abandoned my flesh

I am the soil

I am the air

I am (not)

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No. -07

I have a thousand endings, each named Failure:

At eleven,

At thirteen,

At five,

At two,

At eleven months-

-old (thirty-five, twenty, seventy million and fourteen seconds)

I ask myself:

Could-

Would-

Should-

-I

Try?

Again.

~

No. -08

I hate lawns, golf courses, and inefficient farms;

They’re wastes of water;

A damaged resource humanity needs.

Vector by vector, we seem intent on ignoring peril in favour of profit.

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No. -09

I do not yet know your name,

(though I imagine it pretty or plain: )

Elizabeth or Ruth,

Perhaps Amara or Yue,

Claire or Bethany who lives by the zoo.

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No. -10

There is comfort to be found in our dearth of unique experiences.

This broken heart has been reforged by softer souls.

This lesson has been learned by crueler minds.

This victory has been shared by worthier hands.

This shame has been loved by greater kinds.

It has been done before.

It can be done again.

We will not die.