find me in the desert
half prepared, thirsty, thirty
7/24/17
7/6/17
sensory poem
FOUND a poem on the shelf
The drumming of ping pong balls
Mysterious, greenish
The chewing of ice
River
Smooth like a desert
Raw, green, heavy
Like the relief of oxygen after drowning
Clean and new like a new sheet of paper
Smooth as water
Like walking on the clouds with my eyes closed
The missing flavor like missing a right shoe
Dreamy like sleeping after staying up until three in the morning
The drumming of ping pong balls
Mysterious, greenish
The chewing of ice
River
Smooth like a desert
Raw, green, heavy
Like the relief of oxygen after drowning
Clean and new like a new sheet of paper
Smooth as water
Like walking on the clouds with my eyes closed
The missing flavor like missing a right shoe
Dreamy like sleeping after staying up until three in the morning
7/3/17
Magical Thinking
BOOK The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion (2005)
"I know why we try to keep the dead alive: we try to keep them alive in order to keep them with us. I also know that if we are to live ourselves there comes a point at which we must relinquish the dead, let them go, keep them dead."
"I know why we try to keep the dead alive: we try to keep them alive in order to keep them with us. I also know that if we are to live ourselves there comes a point at which we must relinquish the dead, let them go, keep them dead."
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