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Writer's pictureannie wheat

up close

refill your flower's water

and take the bags to target's recycling

do they really recycle these?

they're probably dumped into the trash,

but i like to think im doing something small

pathetic and slightly helpless, but something small

nonetheless

i'm itching to clean

maybe even create

but im tired in anticipation of tomorrow

i'm ready to love

and i can

and i will

but not that kind.

the sunrise kind

the high five yourself in the mirror

the 3rd cup of coffee

the cooking yourself whole foods at 9:30 ans you remember you need to eat dinner and still want to taste something wonderful late at night

sending the text back

or a text first

or fuck the texting and call instead

i want to sing and i can't play any instruments

there's probably a way out of this.


i don't trust a musician who's always complaining...

-J.C.


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