Leaving California for New York for another 12 months, the next 4 of which will be cold, in 3 days


Today I
Wore the sun like a heavy wool on my
Long Island back
That I am California childhood. mountain-painted, looking
like a seismograph chart and
bleeding grass blades between my toes
In any shoes that aren’t
bare feet. Feeling
the impossibly dense thickness of
Sunlight Bursting
Through my back and out my chest as I
Also radiate light, coming
through my fingertips

(and sometimes from them)

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