expressed indifference
what could be a greater contradiction
the first of December and he’s in his Christmas sweater
yesterday, rain, today, strong sun
tomorrow, who can say, save those who stay informed
on running loops with tiny changes
plusses minused, damaged brainses
who’s to choose the loose exchanges?
Tag: sun
moisture in the throat, though – a poem of sorts
Sandles, painted toenails
parched throat
a stand at the edge of the beach selling sodas and popsicles
off-brand but sugar-saturated all the same
a pack of shredded gum with flavour particles “guaranteed” to last “all day”
a taste like rosehips and the texture of chalk dust
moisture in the throat, though
as the sun reaches into the lake
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Logan Bright
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