Great Joy Collective

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This is a booklet zine. Acrobat can print it correctly using the “Booklet” printing layout.

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how is it possible?

I have sent
one thousand and one kisses
on the airwaves-
do you feel them yet?
They are eager to be delivered
but I instructed them
to take things slowly,
just like I would,
and to listen to you
in case you wanted them
to last the entire night

coffee couch

You often sit your coffee mug down on the lumpiest part of the couch and somehow
it has yet to spill.
The couch cushions accordion as you shift your weight,
making caffeinated waves that just miss eclipsing their
ceramic shores.
You place an unwavering trust in a precariously perched vessel.
Maybe one day we’ll have an abstract brown painting
on our carpet,
Pollocked and spastic like the creaks from couch springs.

But for now,
you reach out for a sip and place the mug onto the coffee table,
because you caught me staring at it on the edge of the cushion.

a conversation between two mountains

Should we,
as fleshy human observers,
view a valley as what it might actually be:
a conversation between two mountains?
Is every brook a disguised kiss on stony cheeks?
Are October leaves a ploy
to highlight aptitude for growth and change?
Maybe brown-too-early barren fields
are scars of heartbreak or hurt or hubris.

Let’s pack some sandwiches and sit a while.
Maybe some whispers will drop as eaves
if we listen closely.

why wait?

I’m gonna call you on my drive home
even though we just spent the day together,
okay?

I finally remember the thing I was gonna say
that got lost somewhere between
the birthmark on yr shoulder
and the scar near yr upper hip.

tiny voice

When we can’t hear any cars through the open window
and the heater clicks off in the basement,
I know you’ll talk to me in your tiny voice
because you don’t want to disturb the midnight peace.

We will lay,
eyelids sagging,
sleep extending its charming hand,
and we’ll wave it away:

many jokes to be laughed at,
pontifications to wonder about,
loving sentiments to whisper quietly,
tiny,
into the ceiling.

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