Baigneuse aux oies, by Camille Pissarro

Until My Dying Breath

May 12, 2024

[poetry]

Last night you found Jesus in the dregs of the red curry

[poetry]

If I could feel sorrow // for a thing entire of itself, // it would be St. Helena Island.

[poetry]

There’s a kind of meant to be // wearing in // I’m newly knowing of

[poetry]

Improvisations - little more than // preludes as inclined by other options // and expression as to what will happen

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