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kisses in the treetops

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I wish I could fly away on a little clipper ship once upon a time there was a lady who wished she could fly. She jumped from the highest tree tops and spread her arms and legs like a flying squirrel, only to realize. That she couldn’t quite do it- the end.

i have a pet.
jimeny.
he lives in my light fixture and says good morning and goodnight.

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i constructed a chair fort.
and, in it, now, i look out at all that i have shut out.
my apartment living room.
it is always dark but with the best lighting.
i'm bored again, you know, and procrastinating.
but now i wonder:
could poetry be productivity?
productivity, poetry?

colors are changing,
furniture rearranging.

sticky fingers and scaly legs.
lavender hair.
coconut snowflakes.
the chill of wood.
leaves and cones and rocks and sticks and a wheel.
smell of pumpkin and bay leaves.
cold toes.
seahorses and the music machine.
vinegar breath.
apricot tea and witches' brew.
a dread lock.

got a tambourine in the mail today.

punterific pleasantries.