wet wood

swimming with cuts, dust
and bruises

i think of a time when it was everywhere
on my skin. even my hair. even other people’s eyes.

i don’t like language to be easy. i don’t like words to trip over themselves. over-complication makes us seem smart, but the art of building is actually very easy.

what’s hard is distillation. can you get down to the essence.

can you get down

dance,

play,

can

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