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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.