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year two thousand twenty one
month nine
week thirty five
day two hundred forty four

this really is relentless.
the breathing and the sleep
and the emails and the plans
and the goals and the work
and this goddam living.

take me to the sea
beneath a tree
awash in a river bed.
show me the stars
put me on the mountain
down a trail.
take me to a farmer’s market
or a local bookstore
a dive bar, something
perfectly hipster and american
and liberal
and from home.
take me home.
take me home.
i miss your smells
and the way the sun disappears
behind the mountain,
behind the bay,
behind the highway.