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A Poem

After a day where you felt restricted or stressed and in need of relief. This poem is a dedication to the hours after those hours, may you find them.

Heavy Pleasure

Ah, grapple

I hate you

Feral my curse

Oh mouth

I’ll spite you

Let loose words

Yes eyes


Open those too

Later, at the woods, I can cut tops off flowers, eat those flowers, show Wittgenstein my powers, rub soil up my legs, push down on woven pegs, glittering tears, will smudge my view, of our teacher the moon, raking the leaves, thrown up like confetti, down to my knees,

cold pressed grass, waking to bird sound, hours have passed

Ah, grapple

You waited

You never give

Such as I live

by Rachel Mayfield

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