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Each morning, I Pluck grapes from the vine Their dew caught in a frost of stillness. And my cold hands They pay no mind A buffer to the touch Between my index and my thumb O, index and thumb! Thank you for getting us this far. This is why I come in the morning To pluck grapes It takes a while for the bloods to reach my hands And so, I think, “What an opportunity…” Oh! I forgot to mention where I take them. For the grapes, they’re still cold You remember? From the frost and the touch? I take them, you see To the beach A la playa It isn’t far really And I bury them The grapes, that is In the sand of the beach with the sun beating down I bury the grapes there I unpluck the grapes between tiny dunes I put them down there and I cup my cold hands and I scoop the hot sands and I pour it on top The grapes! Who knows, who knows Where those little things go That we lay down to rest with the sun Off I go, off I went Off the shore, time well spent For my day, it has barely begun And my hands, now they grip All the bloods at the tip Pinky, ring, middle, index, and thumb 5.799/10

I went to the corner store To buy a box of salt To put in a nice bowl That reminds me of home So when I cook I have salt At the tip of my fingers And when I eat I have home At the tip of my tongue 3.00/10

What a bounty What a feast We’ll eat slowly for quite a while Filling bellies, laughing tears And when the mallet comes down on the the timpani The bum doesn’t rumble til the next one falls Rolling, building, true Looking out past horizon Some makes it all the way around Pouring over, spilling out Waterfalling from on high And when the mallet comes down on the marimba The tone waits for another to answer, and another When I was a child I played a little glockenspiel People are really out here Living so many lives Each one boundless in sweet touch And sand between toes And goodbyes never given And sights to behold And the first chill of air And pain, dull sharp fleeting scarring And familiar sounds in the morning And hunger And fear And doubt And longing When the mallet comes down on the gong The sound lingers longer than we expect Hanging in the air or in our ears, waiting… 8/10

Vaping on E-Scooter Highway at dusk Sip o’ tito shooter Billboard of Musk Parking lot left-center 4th row, 5th zone Breaking and enter Finally home Nylon office carpet With no socks or shoes Embracing the darkness Nothing to lose Mind is a muscle No time for fun Hustle hustle hustle Eating the sun Vaping on E-Scooter Highway at night Power in posture King shit, shining light Vaping on E-Scooter Highway ‘til morn’ Glow of a Hooters Heimdall’s horn Vaping on E-Scooter The story never ends Something something bitcoin Time’s money to spend 2.66/10

Forever 21 / 12 Forever Over the moon / Under the weather Beginning to form / Beginning to sever Whether or not / I keep it together 12 Forever / Forever 21 Lost in the wind / Echoes of sun Walking at pace / Learning to run Where am I going? / What have I become? 11 11 / 11 11 Want the wrong answer / Ask the right question Needlepoint teeter / Juice of the melon Welcome to always / Welcome to heaven Forever for ever / For ever forever Forever for ever / Forever for ever For ever forever / For ever forever For ever forever / Forever for ever 9.1/10

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I was just walking in the park thinking about how in stand-up sets, someone can say something along the lines of “So, I was walking in the park the other day…” and nobody questions whether or not they were actually walking in the park. Maybe some people do, but then they’re being doubtful and missing the point and probably also missing the joke. I like that; faith in someone not because you trust them, necessarily, to tell the truth, but because you trust them to tell you something interesting. Faith that you’ll enjoy hearing them out. It’d be cool if I was gullible because I had this sort of faith. But really I’m just choosing to believe people because it seems like the nice thing to do. 7.4ish/10

pnutbutrluvr here!! I eat pb faster than I post. Here are the peanut butters I've eaten that deserve their own reviews: - Peanut Butter & Co. Crunch Time - Koeze Cream-Nut Smooth Natural Peanut Butter - Crazy Richard's 100% Peanuts! CREAMY - PB2 Powdered Peanut Butter Keep a lookout.............

Xander and I watched the American version of the Digimon Movie on Monday. I did not expect to remember so much of it. The movie is split into three acts, each originally its own short film, loosely strung together by a retconned narrative. At the end of the movie, some of the characters watch as Kokomon dances in a field under a twilight gradient sky. Kokomon is the villain of the third and final act, a Digimon that was once a protagonist’s companion but was driven mad by the virus in act 2. This dancing scene (which is to Smash Mouth’s All Star, by the way) is meant to show how Kokomon, upon defeat, had gone from final villain to fun-loving, rhythmless, friendly Digimon. After some research, I learned that in act 3’s original short film, the dancing scene happens before the climax to no music at all. Kokomon dances in a field while the characters realize in horror that the virus has stripped their friend of all former sanity. — On Tuesday, I went to Jury Duty and was randomly selected to move from civil to criminal cases. During selection, one of the other candidates shared in open court that she could not be an impartial judge of innocence because she is racist. She was not selected. I shared privately that I couldn’t be an impartial judge of innocence because my dad might have tried to kill my mom. I was not selected. — Yesterday was Wednesday and, among other things, I painted on canvas for the first time. — This morning, I sat on the couch and ate knockoff frosted mini wheats with cut up banana and 4 raspberries for breakfast. I felt a sharp pain in the back of my mouth at the gum of my lower right jaw. A fragment of bone had been lodged there since my wisdom tooth surgery a couple of months ago and it had finally dislodged. I spat into a paper towel but couldn’t find any shrapnel among the wheat-y mush. — Tomorrow is April Fool’s Day. Rent is due. — 9/10

I went walking in the park and found myself lost In the thought that I can never seem to focus On the activity at hand. I pressed my foot on the layer of ice That sits uniform on the surface And watched the water fill from all sides. Where do the ducks go when the pond freezes over? I don’t mind not knowing; They’ll be back when it melts And someone will throw them bread. 3/10

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