When I asked her,
Emma said to go and look at blank things.
my cheek against the floor, i felt aligned but overdressed,
wanted a bamboo temperature,
one sweaterless second.
Alas, it was not to be. Today was a day for walking two feet
and stopping
and wa -
and stopping.
Today was a day for looking at blank things.
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