Cow print love letter

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Good morning to the wind!

to the moth creating its

cave out of dust

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and please say hello
to the spider who’s web I leave untouched

in a show of solidarity and respect.

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I can be whatever I want
for you or with you. deem me impenetrable,

for example. I wish I liked

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getting fucked but it just sorta
hurts. but I keep trying, imagining

fists inside me turning, like sometimes

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I just want to feel full. or I want
the most elemental part of a sensation

without the vehicle of its revelation.

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Sometimes saying exactly what you mean

is clever-er. I’ll try that out
in my underwear, symphony

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of dogs barking outside my window,

sweating in my bed sending a flirty photo

of half eaten stone fruit.

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I think I just walked thru a spiderweb

a spotlight on all the roses
a moon taunting me naughtily

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This is an ancient cry captured on resin

jurassic park style or like a cheesy headline

on a website with a lot of ads

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a dead fly rotting by my doorstep

a refusal and attempt
to know the world holding me

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a posture of “against” which I

delightfully embrace on this hillside

in mid August a puppet in my hand

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& jack o lantern

resting softly on my

head

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Language can sound so
round to me! & so does this music

that I sweat thru                                 /with

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Hello I
am tempted
to make a noise only you will recognize