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I’m a Fiat roof rack I’m the
bicycle lacquered in red lights I’m the
afterthought after the period drops.
I’m dizzy with it all and too sleepy to wait
til Christmas. Let days just be days—
they’ve been overlooking my permission for ages.

 

Category: Hawaii, Living on Purpose, Poetry

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