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A Night Near the Solstice
This hard pallet
Toss and turn
Regard my fingernails, yellowing.
Run my hands over sunburned flesh,
I do not desire myself.
I stretch, am limber,
Have taken a sleeping pill to say goodbye to this day
Which began with my reading in a park as the sun came up-
Strange men walked past and I was afraid.

There will be no agreement
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 I can't sleep. I can't sleep because I've only been awake for twelve hours. I can't sleep despite the Benadryl that I keep pretending are sleeping pills. I want to sleep because I want to wake up at six because waking up at six, especially when I've not slept long before it, has always felt the most glamorous to me. More glamourous than sleeping ( Read more... )

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I am incapable of getting sick of this commercial?

Also, I need to do some sit-ups.

Hummingbird by Robert Gibb

1.
Shunt and plumb bob, a whirring top
That keeps touching down on its pivot.Wings, the book says, like blurry gauze.
The long thin nectar-threading bill

Of a bird that backs off only to start again

From its still point in midair.

The revved-up, head-first metabolism.

The stone at the throat like a heart.

2.

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 So happy right now. America is full of people exercising  and eating deliciously healthy food and my bod is so fucking greatful to be a part of that.
I still want Taylor Swift tickets for September.

Ameeeeeeeeeerica