Poetry, notes, and marginalia by William Michaelian
And I woredandelion confettias earssoft caressto a marbled facetenderlyframingsculpted melancholy.
And this is one reason why I can not wait for fall to come in on soft bottomed shoes and breathe me crisp once again. August causes a melt, a kind of lethargy of spirit. Heat is too much. But under structure of September, I rise.Are you sad just now, William?xoerin
Thank you, Annie. I love when you respond in this way.Some days, Erin, many, in fact, encompass all the seasons; I can feel them blow through me.Sad and happy both.Thank you for asking.
I'm glad there is the happy, too. I experience this but I'm not sure I would have known how to express it.xoerin
Really, Erin? Is there a way to prevent its expression?
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And I wore
dandelion confetti
as ears
soft caress
to a marbled face
tenderly
framing
sculpted melancholy.
And this is one reason why I can not wait for fall to come in on soft bottomed shoes and breathe me crisp once again. August causes a melt, a kind of lethargy of spirit. Heat is too much. But under structure of September, I rise.
Are you sad just now, William?
xo
erin
Thank you, Annie. I love when you respond in this way.
Some days, Erin, many, in fact, encompass all the seasons; I can feel them blow through me.
Sad and happy both.
Thank you for asking.
I'm glad there is the happy, too. I experience this but I'm not sure I would have known how to express it.
xo
erin
Really, Erin? Is there a way to prevent its expression?
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