Day Three Hundred and Eighteen.


Izzy circle


Siri says:
If I wanted to tell you the truth I would have said something clearer streams don’t lie


Sarah circle


tuneless sorrowful shattered light pours
runs through my fingertips like the first rain of spring
the corners of the world are cracking
and the morning is rubbing out sleep from its eyes
sweeping it into gutters and the mouths of children
who yawn wide around it and chew on its cud
with milky white teeth and toothpaste smeared grins
the day dawns sweetly as the car exhausts howl
and the mothers clutch babies as they swoon



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