nov 2 rady poem:ready ready readysometimes preparation is everything. we slide our soft, moisturized hands intogloves on a cold day. We tell our grandmother we love her just before she dies we escape Vermont completely just before the snow falls or beforewe finish constructing our snowshoes.but that day I cried hard, bledthrough my white shorts with my first period at the therapist’s later I wrote triumphant letters to sisters of the new lady hood.Yesterday we cast ballors and told Steve Ross to take art classes. We wrapped our hands around each other and kissed the spoils of love and threads and mounted bicycles to escape the water crisis. Men laid track beneath the streets sand we used it,unaware of how much this infrastructus made our lives possible.I wanted to tell yousomething about van Leewonhoek who made the lens possible,and I confess everything got away from mespace, place continet. We were here in ebd together sharing secrets and we are continents apart me dreaming of a Dutchman posing for a portrait you wondering what was for dinner.
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