Jesus Christ man, fall back in love with the word. Scratch and scrawl it and fall down and fuck yourself up dreaming. Breathe.
Cooking Myself Clean.
ingredients:
Mexican Gulf salt,
sun,
skin,
narcotic waves breaking
waves breaking waves pounding sand
ten feet from my feet.
sleep
And dream it all back to soft,
sweet silence.
dead words
resurrect in her name
those first nervous nights
touching like the blind.
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