one month. from tonight.
I will be on a plane to London.
noon the next day, I’ll be on the streets
of Oxford.
my new home.
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driving home late under a moon blind and cored
sometimes it takes this
to make you know how much
your life is going to change.
on my mind: the things that will be the same
the things that won’t
blades of months that chime
then linger
then blow like ash
so you see nothing till dawn
I find that I let myself go
because holding up my bones from the inside
takes all of me
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