bliss burns itself into my skin,
colors me peaceful and tanned,
fat and smiling, hopeful.

buddha, womanized.

yesterday, beneath the starry san franciscan banner,
a red headed french woman named me ‘happy owl’.

i can’t help feeling she knows something about me,
i am just realizing.


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