(for @tracystgeorge)
amazing how the days
become a blur
of sunburned shoulders
and sleeping until 6:30
or that weekend
in St. Augustine
when there was
no hot water
and everything was
held together with masking tape
singular moments
and many things
recurring
or piling up
the laundry and
the field trips
in moments that are
liquid, almost stolen
I sometimes forget
who you are
you change
so much
in the brief
interludes
when I'm
not looking.
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