First
The feelings I thought of:
Tesseracting heartbeat in my heel
Pumping wooze in my belly
Sucking cubism in my mind’s eye
Second
The things that climb tree branches:
Neon moss backlit
Strands of lights in the rain
The stories I told that crowded my listener
Third
The songs we wish we wrote:
I met two dads in a zoom break out room
They said plainsong and tea for the tillerman
So I said tusk but I also thought ever again by robyn
Wouldn’t it be cool to make dance music?
Fourth
Questions about those dads:
What is one grief
What did they think of me
Did the things we said to each other make them feel possibility
Like the kind I felt
Like spring
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