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Hummingbird
"What were you like as a child?"
Me?
I was a hummingbird
I was jewel tones in afternoon sunlight
I was thread but not yet a needle
I was not happy and I was not sad
I was a hummingbird -
Panning for gold
August 3, 1848
San Fransisco, California
Dear Hetty,
They're panning for gold and I'm pining for you
We don't read tea leaves anymore, but the gold that slithers out of fish I boil -
Just write
Start raw writing
From the soles of your feet, not the heart
For the love of god ease off your delete button and unclick your undo
Close the thesaurus and the dictionary and the coffeepot lid
Let your mind go feral -
2 fires
She is from a lighter that belongs in a worn brown leather jacket
Cold and hard and shiny-bright
The fire is blue and comes hot and ready with the whisper of a touch -
Backspace happy
Backspace happy
Backspace giddy
When they need to dust for prints
The delete button on my chromebok will Provide
Backspace eager
There is not a sentence published whole -
Flowers that bloom by night
Outside my window, there is a flower that blooms by night
During the day it is simply a stick blocking my view of the evergreens
A withered bulb, white petals that are wet-cat damp, colors washed out like community pool towels