though somewhat not mine in its beauty grazing moon in hide-and-seek with sadness

 

 how often does the eye find a dot in a spider web

 outside the supermarket saturn

from the vietnamese cosplay we now swim amongst cornflowers

 amongst all the injustice blueberries

 lost in the flycatcher’s course erysichthon’s hunger

 meteor shower a beaver rearranges the stones

 

 during the phone call you notice your sweat

 broken in the hinges gull looping on its own cries

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 worse for wear the love of potatoes

 deepening summer you google the gestation period of ants

 south wind not exactly how you see yourself

 searching for lost words in the dust bin I choke on a noisy cloud 

 ignoring the fact that you are a flower they grow a hump and learn latin

 crass woodbine the gender of shared dreams