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I’ve carried a “Keep Calm, Carry On” bookmark in my pocket for the last 22 days.

SUMMERTIME

I’ve carried a “Keep Calm, Carry On” bookmark in my pocket for the last 22 days.
Everyone wants to shake my hand.
Hello, my name is light.
Look at how quickly I can love, unlove, pretend to love.
The sound of conversation.
I once killed.
A lot of bees with a plastic bat.
They invaded my friend’s backyard.
Tiny sunlights quivering in the air.
They were relentless and it seemed we could fight for an unending number of days.
I was nine and the bees were dying and we called my massacre bravery.
Have you ever gazed at the center of a sunflower.
It’s so beautiful it should eat us.
Alive.
Yesterday, I dreamt I was fixing an elevator.
It only went up.
Forever and ever, but I grew tired of its constant optimism.
The persistence of everything.
Sometimes it kills me.

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