from under the belly of the bridge
I arrive like wonder
like a wound
flickering like prayer or heartbeat
remembered, returned,
and restitute
surely, it must be true that others
too, climbed language like
a promised land
Dial F for flaky
It's the middle of the night so I can't text to apologize, but I just realized that I absolutely flaked on Saturday yoga with J ! I ...
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