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Category: Stones

haiku (stone #49)

all my muscles are tired
I lifted the mattress onto the car by myself
buoyed by unexpected springlike warmth

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haiku (stone #48)

I stepped on the ice
it turned out to be a deep, shoe-soaking puddle
(this is and is not a metaphor)


stone #46

I’m drinking lukewarm chamomile tea
— I have no idea what chamomile is —
listening to an American musician performing in Paris
when she asks the crowd if they’re having a good time
they say “yes” not “oui”

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