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remember the moon is a window

 

 

remember the sun through this window. remember the sun through this window. 

 

 remember the folds of his ears. remember the folds of his ears.

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solstice, swarm.

 

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I am working again. Sanding down everything. Wearing plastic glasses and leaning against boats. I have gone through the bag of blackberries from 2010. The shell breaks in the drawing. I am tired of binding my chest.

This is a cover design that I did from a while back. 

Stacey Waite's first full-length collection _Butch Geography_ just came out from

Tupelo Press. It's unflinching and buoyant. I suggest seeking it out if you can.

                                                                                                   Dario, asleep in the room with my desk.

                                                                                                                       A well-worn choreography.

 

I'm looking for a summer full of picture taking, somewhere wild, overgrown,  and festive with friends. He says "compassionate," I say "experiment."