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authorLibravatar cel <cel@lovely.computer>2026-07-14 21:09:48 +0200
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+created_at = "2026-07-02T10:03:04+0100"
+published_at = "2026-07-02T10:03:04+0100"
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+it was another
+man, i had to
+endure this,
+the grass and wind
+passed around and through me.
+i was a ghost to them,
+do not ask how
+i could have said
+i am feeling again
+the blanket of humidity,
+lay down and feel
+their breathing,
+making you uncomfortable
+to be in a breath,
+tear away, bladed leaves
+get up and away,
+mucky foundation.
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+title = "the closest thing to a holiday"
+created_at = "2026-06-19T15:33:44+0100"
+published_at = "2026-06-19T15:33:44+0100"
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+
+look over!
+the sunlight reflects off
+a concrete wall--upon my retina
+burns from tiny fragments
+of split rock glitter, scattering
+across rough surfaces.
+
+right angles embrace me,
+the texture grasps my skin,
+touching every fold,
+gripping the fingerprint,
+fully interlocked
+surface areas spread.
+
+if i collapsed on you,
+your sandy shore, warm,
+i delight in a scuff and a scrape
+at this level, ground level,
+there is nowhere
+further to sink.