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Oh breath Oh skin The belly pomegranates out in a zillion cranberry fractals Open one like a brain, spurt out power The sweat of heels Concern of families Pressed pores tickling I miss San Francisco Dreams of elsewhere Constricted community in my ribs This place Befriend it yes but long for emergence Break the seeds, burst flavor, pop in mouth I growl a laugh a hiccup a burp There is more to this here than work than money spent Reroot Stop thinking and heal and remember This is the hunger We've lost the earth Walking on floorboards Bare feet bare arms bare elbows and pelvis in air Float away, vibrations Stuck in the crawlspace The peeling off windows the bright The world outside the snow I forgot to mention how ticklish Everything before prepared me to love you Sing to me Write melody While we walk Tracing bends Shoulders over wet palms I miss us on our drive Think of our winding roads creaking planks Here the thirst the yawn the woman sleeps It's okay we're hurting It's okay we're rebuilding There's lots for us to notice together My toes draw spaces between cracks, wave hips at the sun  Photo by Francisco Galarza on Unsplash
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$1, $10, $100, whatevs :) Heidi KraayProcess notes on a work in progress (me). This mostly contains raw rough content pulled out of practice notebooks. Occasional posts also invite you into the way I work, with intermittent notes on the hows and whys on the whats I make. Less often you may also find prompts and processes I've brought to workshops, as well as surveys that help me gather material for projects. Similar earlier posts from years ago can be found on: Archives
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