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1 August 2026

picnic

 

it was a day of wonders      when nothing was concealed      you baked me outside in the sun     laid me down in the tall grass       and filled my loving arms       we celebrated the gods    with tongues and limbs entwined       the bugs feasted on our flesh      and fire rained from the sky        we spilled a little wine       and talked of life and death and love      we looked so good together     what’s the meaning of that?