Pop-Up Book of Ships
from this relative inaction. In this bit of Tuesday
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of the morning which was translucent. It made
sense at dawn. This capsule made you amped
while I dozed. I mean roses, dozens of them
pricking my nerves. Then someone is open
only to the idea of calm when they crave
pomegranates, like a seal craves a ball on
its nose or a man with attitude picks a fight
in the snow. Two kids with fake mustaches came
into the store and cracked us up. I took a photo
to prove I stopped aching weeks ago.
Anyway, it all seems like a sideshow
now and I'm just so not glad no one
warned me. They should have, I was there.
They had the chance when I was able. Wait, they did.
This pop-up book is gorgeous.