my heart like a strawberry crushed up in against the ribby heat of my sternum from inside
or like a paste trying to be a vapor, bits of abhogi bone-sherds ground in
like the shape of my arm
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Reading:
- Uncle Tungsten – Oliver Sacks
- Reading the Forested Landscape – Tom Wessels
- Scattered: How Attention Deficit Disorder Originates and What You Can Do About It – Gabor Mate
- Stan – Marream Krollos
- Radical Acceptance – Tara Brach
- On the Winding Stair – Joanna Howard
- Thoughts Without a Thinker – Mark Epstein
- The Birds – Tarjei Vesaas
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