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What’s worth not being lazy about
A cheek to tend to
Round moon
The texture of the land
Is further away
And harder to keep close in the mind.
No one tells you you are doing a good job
No one sees your heart, really
But laziness ripples out
And piles up
I’m working on working harder 

On thing I’ve long forgotten 
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Passion Fruit Haiku

Tropical rain and
sweet sun in its sweet sour sack
this fruit kisses back
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His boxes

his boxes are everywhere
too tired to unpack
for days
i love his boxes here
they make it feel like home
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Also how I experience myself,
in getting over the hump,
coffee isn't social,
it scares me witless,
the heart doesn't beat as one,
this isn't my pulse,
I don't feel its blip
in mine or other bodies
when all thoughts,
are no thoughts at once.

The snow, the other day,
and we blue dotted,
on unbooted map,
an arcology and nothing but
the will to conserve ourselves
let alone the perfect white expanse.
Screw the sight lines,
erase the horizon.

It was my pillow soaked in tears -
I had such deep dreams
of space as a child,
of wanting nothing more,
and such weeping frustration
in excising space of insignificance.

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all of our vices

we drink too fast before dinner
we are afraid of silence
we move our legs apart too soon
we get so hungry
we never refill our water
the bar is so loud
we stow away our chances
we swallow air and live off the promise
live for the missing
we are still in love
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