The first chapter of a new book/A line from new poems I write/A random photo I’ll take this summer/The sprawling save of my favorite netminder at the end of the hockey season/A new place to explore on a long weekend/The poem of an Instagram poet I follow/My bed after a late night/A new notebook that I will never use/A new TV show on Netflix that I will binge over and over again/A song I forgot I had on my playlist that will be played on repeat/An obscure podcast that I’ll listen to from start to finish over a weekend/The shape of a new tattoo/The ghost of a lover that will linger for months/The words of someone that will lead me to the unknown/The dying ashes of a fire/Another beach at the edge of the world, collecting grains of its sand in a bottle/Sex on a full moon/Poetry burned on my skin by the lips of someone I will sleep with.
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