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Sunday, August 27, 2023
My true love drowned in a desperate sea of vanity. She washed up on a shore of vain emotion—only to have swum back to the boat she jumped from.
She never died.
But she lost her breath for a very long time. And somehow, coughed herself back to life.
I spent Portland’s longest summer with her. The same summer, I learned that Portland International Airport was once located on Swann Island.
When God decides to move his furniture, his pipes leak very badly, leaving the land below soaked. From Portland and only Oregon, we can see the sparks from his furniture’s friction.
Sometimes, I like to tell myself that the water falling during this furniture rearrangement isn’t a leak but a ‘function of balance’, so the sparks don’t cause a fire…
My true love drowned in a desperate sea of vanity. She lived in a houseboat off a dock where the water was choppy—so she never got her feng shui right.
Her pipes couldn’t take it.
– Budd
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