blowing sands into the bay
your happy yay
and your two dollar car
your million dollar hugs
duck feather duvet
a creative green stirs me in eight languages
internalise a small piece of charcoal
living silently at edge of an icy ocean
on a black lighthouse
making a documentary or two
as our craft teacher is screaming in my school
Mrs Rebello is old now
setting fire to red hot bureaucracy
burning the couch
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