Watermelon flavored
    Photo by Lillian Aff / North by Northwestern

    Today I feel queasier than ever;

    it’s like when the sun almost comes to you

    and then shies away, beckoned by the white;

    you stare up and it’s gone, but it imprints

    on your eyelids like July 4

    My stomach backflipped into the river,

    dropping its weight like a sandbank, slipping

    precariously close to the sure death

    of a 50 foot drop into the green

    (I looked down and my snow cone was melting)

    Redwood vertigo forced me to sit right

    at the ocean’s edge - head overflowing

    with home’s painful beauty and excesses

    But as days pass on, like poppies on the

    highway hillside, I’m not alone, just here


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