smoke seasonsmoke covers us in summer now.no one can breathe properly.we don’t panic, exactly,but there is agrowing foreboding.by Augustthe smell is in our houses.it’s in the sheets at nightin our towels in the morning. we begin to taste it in our food:smoked oatmeal,grilled milk. but the sunsets are brilliant,even other-worldly. they reflect all the colors …
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I want to kiss the moon
sometimes / the way I used to want a smoke