It’s only when I search for “bamford” in spotlight
that I realize I’ve written more than one ode to her.
the unpaid labor
of citizenship
Stop using money to insulate yourself from suffering.
The opposite of apnea
a fully
drawn
breath
Last night I dreamed I was in an old, musty 99 cents store, and they
were selling balloons, but the only ones they had said “Happy 48th birthday, Jules!”
I couldn’t get over it.
What an unsustainable business model.
I spent the rest of the dream telling everyone.
All the doors
are always
open
Your mother’s chest against your back
All that love
All of those loves