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A weekend of waking
next to you
to sit at the
breakfast table.

and at the beach
by many others.
In the ocean
there are big waves

Fleshy sea weeds
in your pockets.
We collect sunshine
and then go home.

One night without you
in our room.
-Hannah


3am:
My name stirs
Me from sleep
We must leave now

By 4 blood
Was drawn
Filling three capsules
Lungs tightened

An old woman
Moaned in Catonese
Over and over again
You slept for ten minutes

The sour smell of illness vs. sterility
Clung to our clothes
-KM