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remember how 

these words have never been spoken but metered out through keys to hang in space maybe you’ll speak them or maybe our bodies will evolve/ until we emit only Still Vibrations; Chords stay in the throat instead of dying in the air because I’ll just text you from the other room- if i have kids i’ll teach them to hold a pen before they learn to  type not Reactionary/ just Reverent towards the mortality of inkandpaper we give more weight to wisdom with a lifespan, projecting our humanity on objects we hope to leave behind now we clutter truly the last frontier with our virtual lives and the Livingforever turns out to taste pretty cheap. 

 Desire is the moment when the Polaroid turns the color of his skin and you wish you could touch it/

my blood is too hot for all these layers in the winter Walls around our bodies and around our minds the Pacific still sounds off in my soul and I’m relieved I can still hear it through the cloth I’m glad it’s not dead / why do we hide our skin when it’s meant to be touched and admired we Live for the tingling NegativeSpace between warm bodies salty brown from the sunlight 

Home is the strength of Knowing

that some things will never change. staring into caffeine fumes eyes filmyUnfocused on the semi-conscious phrase Last night/ was a Good night. like the sun on my lips as I lay chilled on tile shady eaves wilting wisteria kisses into my saltStiff hair because 

it’s a crime to shower the ocean off of your body. never remove the neon polish chipped to perfection on your toes by shell shards and pebbles pale in the bright from the blue-sky-so-blue 

that the word sounds stupid. again with the sunset an infinitesimal data point in the vast and vivid plot of all sunsets past and future passing into vacuousBlack onto the next corner of the world.