I rolled down a hill while taking a panorama for this one
IT LOOKS LIKE A PUDDLE THAT LEADS INTO AN ALTERNATE WORLD
You are allowed to re-invent yourself whenever you’d like, and however many times you’d like.
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let my love be a wolf.
i’ll lay my head on a bed of her teeth.
i know my love knows when to bite.
— José Olivarez, from “I Wake in a Field of Wolves with the Moon,” published in The Shallow Ends
here’s a concept: me, riding your ceiling fan like a gargoyle. you, smacking me with a broom. both of us are yelling
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