(in your blue)

green

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had to swallow the green in your blue a long time until dark

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This one was hard. Wow. I’m not even going to tell you how long it took me. I almost gave up.┬áIt’s almost bedtime now. Sigh. I wanted to write more today. I’ll write more tomorrow instead. Tomorrow keeps coming, it’s very reassuring.

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Melissa

photo (1) copy

This is a book called Melissa, by Taylor Caldwell, published in 1948 by Charles Scribner’s Sons.

I bought it a while ago at Goodwill, or something, because it entertained me to have a book with the same name as me. I haven’t read it. It didn’t look very good.

Now I want to erase it, page by page. I’ve only done the first page so far. I read the page after I made a poem out of it and before I erased everything but the poem.

I want to keep erasing it and reading it, a page at a time. We’ll see how it goes.

partone

damp little hands
on top of silence
late November afternoon