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take up ikebana

make your own jam

We say:

Next spring

let’s go to Australia together

look at the kangaroos

We say:

turn up that sweet vibevox happygirl music

tap the communal PA

we’ve got a long walk ahead of us today

and at the end of it

a fire like six perfect flowers

arranged in an iron vase

A Voice Like a Hole

The trouble is, I ran ahen I was fifteen Everyone knows you run ahen you’re sixteen That’s the proper age At sixteen, a long golden road opens up before you, and at the end of it is this a life A sixteen year old runaalks with an invisible crown—boys want to rescue her and they don’t even knohy Girls want her to rescue the She’s got that skittish, panicky beauty that makes circuses spontaneously sprout out of the tomato field outside of town, just to carry her off, just to be the thing she runs away to Everyone knows: you run away at sixteen, and it all works itself out But I couldn’t even get that right, which ishere with a Vietna you all this, and more thanks to you for the caffeine