dense.
28Jan10
dense were the constructed reveries that led me to imagine you underground in red, green, and orange tunnels. charles river. dense. we walked on sunlight. meditated on proximity. embraced through berklee. dense. created new corners in colonized territories. plastered the city purple. dense. luminescent moons orbited around the theoretical us. dense. us, a newborn’s soft spot, bruised by forceps. dense. twenty-four hours. dense. labor pain. dense. delivered.
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