The impossible appearances
I was wearing a teal rosary and now there is this crick in my neck and I’ve been thinking
about stigmata…all these things are true & I’m not trying to say anything.
I’d like to fly to California and not wonder why. I’d like to fly. I write these things down
in scatterplots & then I lose the scatterplots…I’ve been looking all over the ground for loose
change & my love is a bright copper dime.
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