Tuesday, June 5, 2018

in the yurt, the gift they were willing to give me.

like in an office, looking at some images on their computer, 
pulled off a small pie. felt pressed from mushroom fibers. 

“See what fits.” 

most were too big for me, but I found one 
and thanked them for the gift. 

surprisingly soft and almost weightless, 
I felt silly in my head, so I carefully packed myself away.


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