to lucha, with love
last night i became the rain
shapeless sorrow and
cleansing currents
of liquid change
a nameless ache
for distant oceans
a pooling of motion
an undoing of tension
an unspooling of desert-heated expectation
and
today
i am the wind
and tomorrow
maybe
i’ll breeze through again
sweetleaf
09.19.08 / 11pm
nezua, you do all this so beautifully. really. being one with _____
(fill in the blank)
nezua
09.21.08 / 9pm
thank you. 
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i’m a fly in the blouse of god. i’m a flake of fishscale in the house of nod. i’m a deep sleeping sprout that she snuck in the soil just before the weedkiller saturated the sod.
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