Sometimes I not only lose my place in the world, but I lose my place in my world. And then something happens-and whatever it is, I remember I’m not half bad after all. These moments take off like birds from a branch-fast and seem weightless. I almost forget them. I almost don’t.

My right hand man tells me in Italy When we get back to New York-I should be his left hand girl and just take it easy I’m slowly learning to do what feels good And it feels good to roam around like this With you all the countries we seek are home In these months …

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three birds flashed before my eyes you, me, and elohim what a holy trinity I thought comedic and full of errors we made sure to leave room for tragedy to honor the past that was burning between my fingers as I came home to me now I can really see now I can really see We …

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In a dreamy cadence she mused   I’m not sure what god looks like but I see god in you-so maybe each person’s god looks like their own version of a mirrored you?    she sighed   What’s god look like when you’re dreamin’ of them in that warm blanket you call a cocoon? Is …

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