my own bed

Posted on October 21, 2023 by istsfor manity

Day Off

Get thee behind me, New Hampshire—
I’m back in my home state.
You stand before me Massachusetts—
I’m not a native son but happy adoptee.
Bring the magic: flare—
into your autumnal finery.
I’ve earned a day off the bike—
And a night (or two?) in my own bed.

What I’m Reading:

“living once again with all
my joyous regrets for all I’ve done right or
wrong, for all I am now, that is enough, yet
not enough, for who I wanted to be once”

— Richard Blanco / “Once upon a Time: Surfside, Miami”

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About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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