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If you ever woke in your dress at 4am ever closed your legs to someone you loved opened them for someone you didn’t moved against a pillow in the dark stood miserably on a beach seaweed clinging to your ankles paid good money for a bad haircut backed away from a mirror that wanted to kill you bled into the back seat for lack of a tampon if you swam across a river under rain sang using a dildo for a microphone stayed up to watch the moon eat the sun entire ripped out the stitches in your heart because why not if you think nothing & no one can / listen I love you joy is coming

I did not know beforehand what would count for me as a new color. Its beauty is an analysis of things I believe in or experience, but seems to alter events very little. The significance of a bird flying out of grapes in a store relates to the beauty of the color of the translucency of grapes. There is a space among some objects on a table that reminded her of a person, the way the bird reminded her, a sense of the ideal of the space she would be able to see. Beauty can look like this around objects. A plastic bag on a bush, moving slightly, makes an alcove, a glove or mist, holding the hill. Time can look like this. The plane of yourself separates from the plane of spaces between objects, an ordered succession a person apprehends, in order to be reminded.