

Mechanic's HandsSeattle raised me with creaky voices,Mechanic's Hands
with the gardeners, the programmers, the waiters, CEOs until the dark grime
on the mechanics hands was not so different from the ink on my own.
And I would not be surprised to find my veins polluted by the same fertilizer and oil that pours through the gutters and dances in the street-water, reflecting the spreading clouds above. Seattle threw her rain shawl over me, lulled me to sleep with the rhythm
of headlights against my curtains.
The city trees and I share foundations &n
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you make me want to dance
a storm of appreciation
your ink splashes and crawls,
a wriggling living line on the page
im full of awe
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You told me to buy a pony, but all I wanted was you.
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the charles atlas course with dynamic tension can turn you into a beast of a man
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BE HEALTHY. HUG AT LEAST 5 PEOPLE A DAY.
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the charles atlas course with dynamic tension can turn you into a beast of a man
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