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The other thing I wanted to talk to you about and basically I don’t think so no, and start to say things a little more conceptual as a simple person with the certain arrogance that can make anything possible. I believe in him more than I don’t in a glamorous way. I am of two minds and a kiss of death and a Vegas buffet inversion.

I go indoors to outdoors now and back again, at 2:30 reminded to have fun as a simple wind chime, a lunch of dry sandwiches, a domestic geography, dispassionate as passionate people built like temples, three lines written each day.

It’s interesting for the hype man to take the spotlight, to see who can not handle that, calls taken in the Safeway parking lot in Burien. A showgirl discovered at the lunch counter, cool because we are already doing that without claiming it, the less we explain the true shadows imply shadow is a different shield when you can tell I am on fire giving a perfect little taste.

Would you ask that question otherwise of a fabulous creature, pacific northwest niceness usually makes delicate breaks. I have seen further now and not forgotten the name of that dead end becoming smooth enough to skate again, here we are 20 years later without too much distance traveled. We do not cherish the line so loosely, nor is this a fishing trip deep in the mossy woods. I lose two lines that may come back / or not.

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2:20 - 2:50 2/9/24

Cedar Sigo. Simon Wolf.

Simon Wolf

Poet and teaching-artist in Seattle, WA.

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