After waiting since November and thinking they were lost for good, I now have 60 shots from my photo shoot last fall to work with. Now, if the universe can reward all my hard work looking for a job with rent money (or a JOB) today would be perfecto.
so through that unripe day you bore your head, and the day was plucked and tasted bitter, as if still cold among the leaves. instead, it was your severed image that grew sweeter, that floated, wing-stiff, focused in the sun along uncertainty and gales of shame blown out before i slept.
so through that unripe day you bore your head,
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as if still cold among the leaves. instead,
it was your severed image that grew sweeter,
that floated, wing-stiff, focused in the sun
along uncertainty and gales of shame
blown out before i slept.