One across no dice
a sip of coffee
clearing of the throat
this exercise sans
pen or pencil
thriving in digitization
One down no dice
it’s Sunday morning
this may take a while
Google forbidden
firing up this old
database in real time
may two thousand twenty-five
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all rights reserved
pretend you’re a may beetle
or a june bug
and somehow
you’ve found your wing casings
upside down on the floor
suddenly becoming immobile
now with your legs
in a tabletop position
stretch one out & down & back
repeating & alternating right & left
both arms reaching toward the ceiling
later allowing them to do
what they will
as if you are dying a slow death
february two thousand twenty-four
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all rights reserved
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