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Liza Flum

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To align or undermine was,

for me, a great good.

 

To touch, a big loss. Maybe for you

too. To bond

 

despite breaking meant

I felt our teams separate.

 

And I am still.

Some time to neutralize—some new

 

jerseys, new plays, whatever.

Very, very grateful.  I will always

 

love wonder. This referendum

has taught me something:

 

humility—like, to try to feel,

and hope for physics,

 

for a law. A process is, at least for me,

control. I speak for me.

 

Post-friendship, a case

of having-and-eating a person.

 

A very clear example.

 

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I’m on my back

looking up: woodpecker

 

on a railing. Windows.

Just started teaching

 

stories about successful and

unsuccessful attempts.

 

Possibly getting a weekend.

Just wanted to check.

 

I’ve been it, and no matter

how long I’m tough, it

 

will be me. I would like

seeing you. I’d be down

 

to plan to feel.

That said, I’d feel up for

 

whatever now.

Terms with one

 

queer smile. The rest:

“She has short hair.” 

 

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My whole family is flying

across the country. So lovely, so

 

logistically able.

I feel a little like I’m giving

 

birth. Our title is

going to be— 

 

Basically I kind of

polished time. 

 

To be clear,

and then complete.

 

It’s a long promising, then setting

a date.  I honestly worked

 

out a soundproof August. A year.

Maybe a little timescale

 

so you aren’t wondering.

To find a way to stop

 

calling you my similar boat

is exhilarating and

 

a big project. I think this is my last big

spring. It’s just getting

 

to be spring here too. 

 

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Just circle whatever I’m thinking.

I don’t do postmortems.

 

Rehash the non-romantic trying-days,

broaching—the jump.

 

To explore or else break

an upheaval past reset.

 

Knowing that you’re up.

If that stops, rehashing,

 

wondering whether, and telling why

also stops. I’m sorry

 

I feel just as bad to talk about.

Like I get sucked

 

there to help and feel afterwards.

Protect. You go ahead.

 

On the table, this far thing.

If you decided

 

to explore me again, of course

I’d like going.

 

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Day two—I’ll just find

an ending.  Kind

 

of gritty.

Think, look out.

 

Get back then.

Today my friend sent

 

the window.

I needed so much,

 

it threw me. Faith?

I’ll ask,

 

and maybe I can show you.

 

My friends can make

what they want to make.

 

 

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