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Hummingbird feeders
Fragile things for a smash party Shaker cups unused Keyboard and mouse used but still working Puffy Spider-Man stickers Free prom dress New but didn't fit Still has tags Ikea style table/desk in very good condition Toddler car seat lightly used Lamp Shade is broken Random cups and mugs All in good condition Wood stain Three big trays of chicken and veggies One tray of hummus Smart LED strip lights (opened) Black velvet yarn (A yard and a half?) Calming collar for cats (Did not work on mine!) Backpack Laptop bag Free 500 piece puzzle, four pieces missing LARGE TRASH BAG FULL OF GIRLS SIZE SIX CLOTHES Rocking chair (I was rocked as a baby) Cola flavored CBD gummies (I was stoned as a baby LOL) Various large and small costume jewelry necklaces 5 brand new pairs of XL Fruit Of The Loom briefs lightly decorated with cat hair Scale, works, possibly too well Placemat for doctors offices and nursery schools Teddy bear Covid free A little dusty
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How blest the archer
yielding so fragrant a bow full nakedness from flowery gem nakedness figs spill with your yields a paradise of shoes like silk rug embroidery made for your body men caught root in the white linen of your amber husk coveted jewel of fluted bed heaven's zone shines slick under my labour wide spread innocence buttons my america bleaches more meadow than seed split conch shells are mystic books pricking thy hand with my mind a spangled breastplate shakes me from the edge of you You - a great cinnamon animal with cloves of suck such beautiful waterfall I enter as spring the boulders of our flesh glistening a sashes warm eggs books’ gay coverings your stalk has is tir’d with his earthly soul drift flung by to be free thy cave in burlap sack unclasped and flooded with my tongue I tell my cat she isn't real
That she is a fifteen year long hallucination She is not impressed or would not be impressed if she were real My partner sits perpindicular to me on the couch we bought to test the strength of our relationship He is doing a crossword puzzle and repeating the word milky to see how it fits his tongue I got out of bed early so I could fall asleep on the couch with multiple tabs open for affordable CPAP machines It is Later Than O'Clock
I walk the circuit from my house to diner to park to dog park to the perpetually closed pizza place to the abandoned school back home At the abandoned school a man walks a curly mutt the size and color of winter The dog stops and sniffs my hand The man clicks something plastic and gives the dog a treat The dog stands up using my shoulders for leverage What's his name I ask The man says Mortimer and Mortimer drowns me in tongue He gets neither click nor treat The man picks Mortimer up though the dog is at least the same size as him if not bigger and walks away Raccoons file their nails at the altar of garbage
while their opossum cousins screech treason and faint like ingénues made of float glass I know we are children
who refuse to wrinkle despite bad backs and grey hair and neither of us able to sleep properly because every time our keys go walkabout our cellphones fail to appear before a court of overturned couch cushions and redistributed table pollution one of us will ask the other have you checked your butthole? And the other will grumble and stare like a barely crackable pistachio shell before turning their back and checking jacket pockets that the lost necessities won't be located in this time either Have I ever loved
anyone who wasn't between sizes? Our love sliding off between us? Afraid of losing a concrete promise of the future I am too thin of knuckle? too thick of blood? Nah Too heavy of metaphor Too euphoric of sense You can't dimension the future with measuring tape or twine Your own phalanx a stranger in ill-fitting but comfortable clothes Past the death
Immortal birds with breezes birchen green a drowsy numbness the unseen heart the alien corn in glee along the margin of the singest dawn Once I saw thee drink and leave weariness to dissolve in seas of perilous tears Grief more than daffodils musks the night twists the heart In what distant cloud do I wake and float A fluttering tyger of murmurous leaves Are we hand or twinkle of clown waking the deep vacant tomorrow? My stupidest cat loves
to play fetch Usually when I am too tired to want to play fetch I throw her a straw or a bread clip or a bottle cap She will race to where she thinks I must have thrown her treasure and occasionally will return with the proper prize in her mouth But just as often I will throw her a bottle cap and she will return with a straw in her mouth which I will throw and she will bring back a sock I've never seen before Beneath our oven is a hoard of chotchkes left behind by the previous tenants' cats Beneath our couch all the dumbest things I can't remember losing I used to be better
about talking with people while they cried Now I let them talk out their sadness while my non-commital guttural soothes them I saw a movie once where someone went to a therapist and actually felt better The therapist later killed themselves and mentioned the protagonist in their final prescription sending the formerly cured patient into the worst depression of their life I never know who to recommend films to so I keep my mouth shut In real life some people get better most therapists survive long enough to die by someone else's hands When I say I don't need anyone I don't mean I don't want anyone Just that everyone is free to move around this stupid playpen as often as they wish My mother can laugh now about the first dance she went to after her husband died when she and her four friends sat down at a table with six chairs and she stormed out of the room demanding to know who was cruel enough to leave an empty chair where her husband would have sat |
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