that is keeping my porcelain skin
is my favorite...
my idea of New York
to own a hundred is my intent.
>I love the crinkle of my notebook
its worn, like me.
Not perfect white for winter,
like my idea of New York.
to fill a single closet- if not shared- is my intent.
>This pink metallic lacquer
that is dented and perfect- on my nails.
These lemon-lime thongs upon my feet,
But I do not understand
that since my seatbelt is fastened
the light is still on.
>The flight hits roadwork
and I bump along for a few moments.
I have already prayed for safety,
so this does not scare me.
>But I do miss the sweet earth.
>Smells of Seattle linger in my jacket.
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