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may your days

be filled with fresh grapefruit juice

and sweating hot tub laughs

gravel dives for an escaped dog

bunny coffee runs

and a cigarette in the outdoor shower.

may your days

be an early spring marsh sunburn

ignored outlook notifications

and white bean salad stirred with shared hands.

tears in a nail salon

over a friend’s forgotten book

and a screen door scaring all in the night.

just scooping salsa like soup

in a familiar silence.