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wonderings:
little things, big care, reaching outward so far it becomes a reaching inward, mutually assured construction, emergent properties, interfaces over identicalness
at some point, people dug tunnels under the bay for our trains to screech through, filling the silence of our lulling conversation
day turns to night in the blink of an eye, the dreamwell is dry and i’m floating about, unmoored
the kind of transformation when my second nature and gut surprise myself
when do we stop writing love poems? have i ever stopped loving?
in my dreams, i’m prescient, omnipresent, omniscient
in love with the circles of approximation we draw around ourself and one another, hoping to get asymptotically closer and closer to some semblance of truth.
though, the present truth is sweet is too, i know what a joy it is to be known and seen by you, and to know and see you
one of the parts i look forward to in a meal are the pickled vegetables, whether in my mom’s porridge, banchan, at a taco truck, alongside my mediterranean food; across cultures they emerged from the need to survive in times of scarcity.
reminded that my heart is still there when it leaps up at beautiful things; i see them but am i fully feeling them? can i salt and brine this beauty and joy and wonder to last me through winter?
your friend passed and i saw a rainbow on the train to seatac / the sun paints me golden over the puget sound
younger me is my oldest cheerleader because she was there first
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