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inspiration! discipline... {patience} -O! mercy- remorse.

The sky is turning. I smell humidity rise emerge from thin streets of the village Motorbikes and cars horns pop in all directions Fireworks of motorcycles Sweat begins to drip along my upper lip between my breasts The road curves sharply rises West Lake spreads like warm honey before me In Ha Noi everything is compact cramped intense but when i ride to the broad expanse through tree-lined streets of the lake everything opens The lake bloated from recent afternoon rains rises licks my toes wit...

Back from travel sun-sitting hotly drinking tea along Petaluma river old ladies in straw hats and gray-haired men who’ve found second youth in bike riding drinking coffee (muscles are controlled passion) their mean lime spandex leotards bragging about “the last sprint across Spring Hill – wild.” I: 26 “retired” smile to spend morning drink lemon hibiscus hovering over crisp pages Marcus Aurelius’ suggestions for Stoic living one glove, bike shorts – back in, you know? special Specialized tshi...

something on the cusp of your tightly woven semantics remind me of letters boys in grade school who liked me used to write – thick, heavy syrup-words dripping naive tension, sex – surfacing as giddy laughter-bubbles in the throat, which stuck, come almost to choking as too much gum would do –pop instead. yours are much dryer, though; not loose, nor flimsy, nor sloppy, but stiffly knit – which is new. which i like.

Lucky You (Abandoned in the Kitchen) The dishes were naughty Old fruit. juice. flies restless Nothing, was decorating the counter naked hum of the ice box cooing The garbage needed to be taken out. “More laziness” plums placed as an offering ( delicately there ) Forgotten. ( O sweetly ) Rotted. Flowers bent and soggy The head of household Suspicious Easing into bites just wetted a magnificent scandal erupted. the pommegranets to the potatoes: shut yer eyes we tried to keep it in the kitchen u...