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There may come a day when I’m the only one … Writing letters with ink and pen addressed to those zapped in pixels, breathing analog memories into digital lips and lungs Memorizing phone numbers and birth dates, knowing by┬áheart In a world that’s all absentminded, trusting devices to carry on their lives – I may…Read more »

Appetite

I, knee deep, in daydreams See, glossy crimson lips Sticky, red candies Already, licked; not yet eaten. A, little post-it note attached reads: “Save some for later.” Laughter, tickles the underside of my belly Giddy, muses over Memory, playfully tussles under slats of dawn And, the vanishing night’s shadows. Salty, marine scents Dampen, cloth-turned-to-ringlets between…Read more »