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May 6, 2018

5/6

i'm thankful that mother nature flipped the switch in the sky and it's really springtime now, the air is different, bare skin everywhere, dandelions crane their necks to broadcast seeds, music through car windows, little purple flowers carpet the backyard, the breeze becomes a relief rather than a plague, fat bees buzz around the garbage can, a sense that everything is porous, a flow, irises open their folds, canopies thicken and make shade. 

i'm thankful to have rediscovered these little five line daily poems i made around this same time of year five years ago, when i was trying to be inspired by the new bounty of the world and convince myself that i could use this shape to capture it, hold it like a firefly in cupped hands:

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cut grass

our town is drowning in cut grass

i almost ran over a blackbird

the choir is mixed so low; an interesting choice

how annoying any sound can be when you’re annoyed

i want a new voice

righteousness and dismay

all the fallen pink and purple leaves make it seem like the storm last night was god having a party

after a visit with an energy healer, my mother was able to tell me the location of my heart chakra

the strange combination of righteousness and dismay that accompanies an incorrect weather forecast

it all washed away like a sad sand castle and i am left with the smooth nothing filled with salt water

such great joy in giving an old woman directions to a roundabout

steel wool

around a corner, a greenhouse i had never seen, surrounded by piles of scrap lumber

the amount of ambition one would need to decide to stop having orgasms in the belief that it might help one work harder

the idea, advanced by a female painter, that new mediums that didn’t require the mark of the artist’s hand were the mediums in which women artists were first allowed to be successful

a male literary magazine editor, discussing his record: “i really killed it on the vida count this semester”

a kind of concrete that looks like steel wool

great desire

a shave and a haircut and i become a yearbook photo

an awful lot of glaring whiteness to look at

sometimes when i’m running and a bike goes past me on the sidewalk, i feel a great desire to shove the rider off into the air

my yoga app says “take your gaze to the middle finger”

a crooked welcome sign

indefinite articles

“i’m so spoiled,” she says, and i’m confused by her sudden candor until she makes clear she’s talking about a TV show

metaphorical falsetto

the difference between “i’ve never had sex on the beach” and “i’ve never had a sex on the beach”: indefinite articles of clothing

contrapuntal fumbling

the package describes my probiotic as a “friendly” bacteria so now i imagine a cartoon ghost living inside of me

no evidence

a legend is a guide to how maps lie

there is no evidence that new universes are created at the center of black holes

the only faces that can appear in your dreams are composites of ones you have already seen

the computer exhales as i press the sleep button

a warm tone, thick with harmonics

dried fruit

as a child, i owned a lucky rabbit’s foot that was died the color of toxic red berries

i studied under my drawing teacher for almost a year before realizing he had a glass eye

one week, i jumped off my bed and tried to fall with all my weight on my wrist because i thought a fracture would make me happy

the girl who sat in front of me in algebra had a purple sweater the texture of shag carpet and i learned palm reading to have a reason to touch her

i remember bible school as quietly eating dried fruit in an empty parking lot

slowly waking

it opens with this long description of slowly waking up

all the noise of the world sent through a low pass filter

the sun and my glass of water make a tiny rainbow on the carpet for a second

outside the bedroom window, two people meet, each earlier than the other expected

you are more than just an accident of the universe

require pollen

apple trees require pollen from different kinds of apple trees in order to produce fruit

the owner of a blog of cute pictures of dogs accidentally posted a video about the pleasures of anal sex

the ceo with the goal of “disrupting divorce” is invested in there being more of it, not less

cars slowing down on wet streets at night sound like small waves gliding over dark sand

chopin’s body is buried in france, but his heart is buried in poland

a mirage

not two blocks after i crossed the street to avoid a former teacher, a former student crossed the street to avoid me

open a new incognito window

as a child in the ocean, i stepped on a sharp shell that my parents called a fluke and, because of that, didn’t enjoy swimming for years

someone meaning to write “a barrage of issues” wrote “a mirage of issues”

after days of gray without rain, i had stopped trusting the sky

then blur

in spring, we shed layers as the world adds them

there’s a specific name for the smell after it rains for the first time in a long time

two deer looking through a wire fence at a pile of firewood under the damp canopy

blur, then sharpen, then blur, then sharpen, then blur

the dusky smoke that comes right after you blow out a candle

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i'm thankful that spring coming for the world reminds me that it's always possible for springtime to come for my mind as well, that even though sometimes the cold dark seems endless, the synapses still can reform, tree roots growing around buried rocks to anchor me, new words and sentences and images burbling up to the surface like springwater. i'm thankful to remind myself for all the times that it feels like winter inside.

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