No. We don’t want you to breathe in–then out.
papa got his first man
the season arthritis twisted
his fingers at the knuckle
First I find your hip & then
the canopy opens above me
My Mama had the gift of hand sewing
I was moving across the country for a man
and a job.
And maybe she meant:
Every season is an inch
I decide to share a photo online of my shirtless physique
Because you do not work in tech, web design, green-product design, market research, or sales, you had nothing
My only friend was the red fox that June.
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