Storms– Wave

action– Sand

crash– A kite coming

close–

Wobbling

moon– Desire

work– These optimisms–

There’s your thunder– Your downpour

across the street–

A kid beating a tree

with its stick– Panting

about every day–

Too hot

to worry

about plot–

Chewing

ice into the mic–

Today a hundred-

year-old woman

died– Separately

I saw so many

maggots later–

As a recluse

I really went

all out–

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Jenna Cardinale called us from Brooklyn, NY.

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