Sometimes I lose myself. Today, I found myself when I sat at the dining table, piecing words together with a jumbo sharpie and some scissors and the rain poured down and the cat was asleep and Johnson sang as I wrote poems for all of you and I found myself. Finally feeling warm at home.
On June 20th I Found Myself
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I open the back door and sit in its frame with my fever running high, enough to make my cheeks feel
pink & unsteady and every time I think it hurts, -
At a Villa in Tuscany
The bugs are dying at night,
I say to my cousin as we sit by
the pool in the pitch black heat.
She laughs and says, I’m going to
steal that line for a poem. I say nothing
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