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sometimes i’ll leave one cup or bowl in the sink overnight. i’ll fill it with water until it’s heavy and spilling over my fingers.
sometimes i think this will be the last time for a long time to be a water molecule, this water molecule. there’s always some
evaporation or breakage. some crashing and violence that leads to negation. if i could just hold this all in my sink a while, maybe
just one night, i’ll wake up new and less ill.
leaf mold permeates
the bee balm soon
we’ll cut it back
to the memory
