arrrrrgggg

writing in the trashbox this am
i lost another piece. damn damn damn
but it was my editor's fault. arguing with
the muse like that. finally did let go, she had
her fun. then left, without even a genetic marker
to trace.  power down and no auto save. when
you gonna learn what causes that?!!!


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lately nostalgia and rebirth circle
each other like reunited pups. i remember
things i don't remember remembering.
the first time i stepped into the gulf of mexico
echoes in a lioness' march. she stomps from
the water up the small incline of the beach
then back down, to the ocean which
lets her in, the waves are small, like her feet
like baby steps. when she decides she wants to
she lifts her feet and bouyed by floaties the water
makes her weightlesss and womb borne.
birds in the sky, a superrlight aircraft
with a man in the middle motors by.
she doesn;'t  know it's unnatural. this is how
we fly.  eyes flow with wings