very close, very wet

very close, very wet

The river floods.

Tamarind seeds do not sprout.

Supermarket-roasted chicken falls apart.

I use toilet paper to blow my nose.

But we have a new bar of soap.

A healthy heart beats inside the dirty girl.

A silver blaze rides the haunch of a dark grizzly.

I lie awake in the glow,

the bright mystery

of who I was

between Junes.

Full moon at perigee.

Millenial flood.

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