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August 4, 2017
7:49 AM
story of my life
To Rod Moody-Corbett

the sun
is an orange ball
obscured by suspended particulate

you were in my dream last night
but I can't remember
the plot

it was supposed to be hot
but the fires up north
blotted out the sky

so every day I
wake up lighter and lighter
as my soul clarifies

just like fat in soup