I.
Heat residual
like burning in the blood
something I once knew
traces
thinking of ---
quiet red coals
encased in white frost
--warmth inside the snow
II.
slowly pulled wider apart
corners
drawn upwards so slightly
--your mouth
in memory slow motion
perfection
III.
on the bridge:
red kite on white string
rising above
fast rushing heads
held up by the river's breeze
that no on seems to feel
floating away
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Oh my gosh, Alex! Did you write this? No exaggeration--I have chills all over. I might cry. Beautiful. I miss you.
So . . . top and really only three things that slightly depress me about my two-month excursion to foreign, malaria-infested, impoverished lands:
3. No hair dryer=bad hair
2. Weird shower facilities=jungle sticky grossness
1. Lack of Alex Ungerman's blog=no more creative, gorgeous, literary sunshine to brighten my days.
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