My Most Recent Poem:

Brine 

the clouds are curving over the edges
it feels like they're erasing me-
covering me over just like yet 
another layer of paint 

is this dissociation?
endless fugue?

the moon blinks back at me.

I don't want to be over yet,
I wanna be remembered like 
the first photo of an album.

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