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Strikethrough #41
Created Thu Mar 11 2021
I.
machine
munches
at
3am
sound
like
the
manual
changing
of
day,
can
opener
pinching
the
equator
to
pry
the
sky
into
morning.
I
skip/hop
around
sleep
until
a
click
-
the
night
is
peeled
off
the
globe
into
light
blueness.
pinkish
clouds
stretch
like
silly
string
or
famous
art
works'
reaching
fingers.
the
heart
is
slow
at
first,
even
with
the
early
start,
she's
humming
to
the
birdsong.
the
room
turns
shades
like
velvet
curtains
rising.
the
day:
the
show.
call
time
marked
by
the
flutter
opening
of
eyelids.
II.
machine
munches
at
3am
sound
like
the
manual
changing
of
day,
can
opener
pinching
the
equator
to
pry
the
sky
into
morning.
I
skip/hop
around
sleep
until
a
click
-
the
night
is
peeled
off
the
globe
into
light
blueness.
pinkish
clouds
stretch
like
silly
string
or
famous
art
works'
reaching
fingers.
the
heart
is
slow
at
first,
even
with
the
early
start,
she's
humming
to
the
birdsong.
the
room
turns
shades
like
velvet
curtains
rising.
the
day:
the
show.
call
time
marked
by
the
flutter
opening
of
eyelids.
insert molding of clay
omit tumbling down a hill
insert nervous hands
omit hesitation
omit gravity
omit fear
III.
machine
the
manual
changing
of
day,
can
opener
pinching
the
equator
to
pry
the
sky
into
morning.
a
click
-
the
night
is
peeled
off
the
globe
blueness.
pinkish
stretch
like
silly
art
works'
reaching
fingers.
the
heart
is
slow
at
first,
she's
humming
to
the
birdsong.
the
room
turns
shades
like
velvet
curtains
rising.
the
day:
the
show.
call
time
marked
by
the
flutter
opening
of
eyelids.
IV.
machine
the
manual
changing
of
day,
can
opener
pinching
the
equator
to
pry
the
sky
into
morning.
a
click
-
the
night
is
peeled
off
the
globe
blueness.
pinkish
stretch
like
silly
art
works'
reaching
fingers.
the
heart
is
slow
at
first,
she's
humming
to
the
birdsong.
the
room
turns
shades
like
velvet
curtains
rising.
the
day:
the
show.
call
time
marked
by
the
flutter
opening
of
eyelids.
insert warm memory
omit pleasant surprise
insert hiding
V.
machine
the
manual
changing
of
day,
can
opener
pinching
the
equator
to
pry
the
sky
into
morning.
a
click
-
the
night
is
peeled
off
the
globe
blueness.
pinkish
stretch
like
silly
reaching
fingers.
the
heart
is
slow
at
first,
she's
humming
to
the
birdsong.
the
room
like
velvet
curtains
rising.
the
day:
the
show.
marked
by
the
flutter
opening
of
eyelids.
Author
Anna A.
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Instagram: @annaantongiorgi
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