Tag: #100repchallenge
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#085: visceral reactions (a shadorma)
sharp nails against chalkboards are no match for enamel pulling against winter gloves (in my book at least!) . it’s as if my bottom jaw is held hostage the weapon: a lethal feather sweeping my alveolar
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#084: after the rain
today everyone had been walking around like the sun had just passed them a note saying “hey I like you too” . to watch the caved shoulders of yesterday unfurl, with open-mouthed smiles showing crooked teeth in all their glory . a pedestrian privilege I don’t take lightly chatter amongst strangers who have shared the…
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#083: what nature do we let in?

citrine droplets leak from paper cut cracks of a window frame to think we were free from the elements triple glazed, tucked safe away and then to feel the billow’s breath at the back of our neck laughing onto our parade, our soaked oak floorboards.
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#082: get out of bed

It is noon And I still lie in supine Under my palace of ink-stained bedding Smelling the day two aroma of the fresh sheet I stretch my limbs Toe prints pad the cave I’ve made Before retracting knee to pit Am I a happy baby? Or a lost pup Chasing the duvet’s tale instead of…
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#081: to the ancestors

and their dusky pink bathtubs that were all the rage filled to the lip with bubbles big enough to hold their rage their joy, their day if given lip, myth of mouths being scrubbed lavender hiccups joined by Luna’s hum harmonize to trill a rub-a-dub-dub and swimming back and forth to the beat of this…