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http://taoistdrunk.tumblr.com/post/83821382421:

a thought that is the bastard of praying for babies born
riddled with sin or like willing my heart to hula around
the perpetual construction site of this moment here
where Why don’t we go eat some vegetables? threatens

everything about who you are in my mythology or
how limited we have become…

i like when people write things that let me think about something specific or unspecific, something meandering, and it feels really good to know that i too can be at the other end of that thought process, that my thought can move to another person’s thoughts and take root. brenna writes really good poem prompts. she wrote the one that led to this poem, so maybe she had already thought this.