the beauty of americana

young girls with missing teeth
sell blackberries in the middle of absolute no where.
she pops up from below the shelf and then dissapperars back into the world of unicorns and brown bears.

she's as interested in me as I her.

she tells me which berry is her favorite as she continues to pop them in her mouth with purple stained fat fingers.

she's as delightful as can be. makes me nostalgic for stashed memories of my own childhood.

dusty roads
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among the garden of rock and seaweed.

love notes to myself are caste off with well wishes.
salty air.
and a bit of resistance.
some hidden underneath wet rocks, others pulled out by the foamy hands.

i open the door for myself and welcome home the estranged soul parts.

it's been a while.
i remove my image from the mirror and pull the opposite in.
or make the inanimate animate.

lovely one give me back my heart so that i may truly know.
so that i/she/we can grow into this ... read more