Hbd june 27th, as i blow out a hot summer candle on a cupcake. and look to the left

Today, in order, I read: an ode to American English; a poem about a spiral notebook; a poem about the Earth’s heart; more poems about newscasters; a poem where every stanza ended in BURMA-SHAVE; some documentation for PyTorch; a lot of code files about a generator; a group chat with a few messages and a story, and some of the story I started yesterday.

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Every day write a poem. Hmm alright

Crickets come. Lightness fades,

the warm dusky scent

of blue air, lights flickering on, one by

One down the street, sometimes smelling like

Sweat. The pretense of ice cream hanging

Outside, like a promise. Sometimes you don’t want to work

With all the t-shirts and shorts and sandals

And some sunglasses too. Just sit outside,

the grass poking your hands. or feet.

solid concrete. It’s like how the dogs bark

Too far to hear, but there. Music is when the feet tap

To whatever invisible rhythm

Inspired us in the first place.

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Oh oh oh something happened today! You know that excitement when you’re a five-year old and everything is too great not to share with somebody?

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Also I graduated... um okay, sure ... 

a month ago!