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07.07.26
BELOVED,
you gather me. I am not petals, though I have eaten wildflowers on greens in
that glow particular to the other planet, as Miłosz described it, that is
California, where I walked through salt and fog and found Mary enshrined in
chalk on a gash of rock and watched the waves devour themselves ’til my
phone died, so that I was forced to rely on the generosity of strangers, and I
did take a photo later of said plate, marveling while sending it to you from the
aloneness I’d traveled there to make something out of. Please send a photo of
your face. Is it not my purpose to see where, exactly, laughter has rivered
around the eyes I adore? There was a donkey in Petaluma with a soft, steady
gaze. I will not turn away from the ache of this world. I’m trying to feel my
feet. Let’s cry enough to submerge, up to our ankles at least. Don’t keep your
grief from me.
Patrycja Humienik
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