Writing space

Is a cat
You try
To hide

From your
Landlord.

It always
Comes out;

Making
Itself known

At – Exactly

• The Wrong
  —Time.

—-

RSVP-lease

Feel the
Fresh air
Today.

Breathe
And Pulse
In time
With newly
Conscious
Waves.

—-

I want
To sink My
hands In
the Sand
You Hid
Your head in,

Build a
Sandcastle,

Name it “Fort
Abandonment”,

And watch as
Our waves
Wash it away.

—

I want
To FEEL

Our residual
Pooled
Resonance.

Make like
A Misanthropic
Inter tube,

And Float on
Our Poolsabilities.

—-

Water board me
With your drink
For thinking
So salaciously.

I am Everso
Thirsty to
Sea you.

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