Sixty-Five.

6/3/14

Izzy circle

izzy

teleported home for the weekend
so spaced from lack of sleep
I literally feel like an astronaut

the weather wasn’t much better
but I only had to wear one pair of socks
and I only shivered because of you

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Sarah circle

sarah

This ache accrues in my big old belly
Whole world belly
Rolling ball belly
There’s a wicked sailboat riding
Cresting those saucy waves
Crew in the rigging
Cutlasses drawn
Cannonballs sluicing those watery depths
Carving me up like a gutty fat fish
Them, holy like thunder
Me, holey like lace
O sound the alarm, messmates
For I am scuppered

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