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silas baisch on unsplash each morning i haul myself out from the depths of sleep, pillow a life raft, blankets a tangle of fisherman's net trapping my legs. voices on the radio tow me in, sometimes so sharply i don't remember going under, other times so weakly i gasp and cough chestfuls of dreams from
in the heavy fog, searching for bugs. as i approach they take to the sky in one smooth, silent trajectory. it is clear, even when humans are not using this land, these birds think of it as ours. i do not want it to be mine. i want the green expanse, a kind of banquet of insects, to be theirs; i want...
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