“Let’s see” is walking toward me at dawn, behind my childhood cat. I don’t even look at my souvenirs anymore. My hair fell into the dirt, sticking up & waving in the wind. Who is it waving to? Your hair falls off of you & onto a heart-shaped plant. It’s fragrant, but I want absence. What am I doing here?
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