spider webs melted netting all blurring suffocating my sense
zombielike
with spring, uncertainty about what i was going to get done this weekend, and questions.
not sick, sluggish
or actually both.
breezes hinges neighbor downstairs singing the national anthem
next?
more water. more rain? more sleep if I could spell or think
reading Shirky Spinuzzi Adichie and
should be writing more about it all
next?
listening
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