because i'll only ever be a middle distance runner
e.e. cummings has been sent to me in text form, for the first time, and i sit down in a park next to a highway because everything is so confusing. the faithful moon follows us these days after we've watched everything brilliantly burn into night and it's skinny-dipping season and oh the home brews are out in force and my hand is happy when it touches my burned neck. some of my closest and most inspiring friends are coming to visit next week and my excitement is burning holes in a stomach full of chocolate-covered strawberries and a crumbling mess of peaches and blackberries.
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