Dispatches from the Land of Erasure.
the stars and the stars
and the streets and the stars
i hear sizzling start
from the stars and the stars
and darkness will stare
as i absorb on the stair
the stars and the stars
and the streets and the stars
"This grasshopper, I mean—
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down—"
--Mary Oliver via via @victoriamoul
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