Day Three Hundred and Sixteen

12/11/14

Izzy circle

izzy

Siri says:
I woke up in the air attend to Warta everyone elseseemed to be able to breeze but not me

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Sarah circle

sarah

I feel like I’m chewing a mountain
spitting out splinters the size of saplings
grinding my teeth on red-rocky boulders
there’s possums chattering in my throat
pissing down into my thundering gullet
galahs have gathered in the caves of my sinuses
whistling and squawking whenever I breathe out
there’s moss sliding over my eyelids now
the world is bottle green and simmering
and I am granite-heavy and grave-dirt sorrowful
ready to belch back up the whole world

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