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lune juice

posted on November 15, 2018 at 3:09 PM

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posted on November 14, 2018 at 12:03 AM

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posted on November 8, 2018 at 10:40 PM

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vélo

posted on August 16, 2018 at 10:57 PM

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a memory of memory

posted by Elle Mundy  

repetition is the routine
cycle after cycle after:||

each day is the same
each day is similar
each day is slightly different

beat the path by traveling it
wear a groove into a groove
step after step after:||

now construction is the new thing
floor after floor after:||

each floor is the same
each floor is similar
each floor is slightly different

build the tower by climbing it
haul honor out of height
brick by brick by:||

propagation is the new king
frame by frame by:||

each frame is the same
each frame is similar
each frame is slightly different

but take it down by watching it
come down now, out of there
tick by tick by:||

protection is the grasping
same by same by:||

every same shall be the same
every same shall be the same
every same shall be the same

preserve their death by living
squeeze every last drop of life out of death
wring it wring it:||

posted on January 11, 2018 at 11:02 PM

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it’s been a while

posted by Elle Mundy  

as a teen, i had a great disdain for nostalgia,
the compulsive hoarding of the mind.
it was a sign of mental decay.
it was for sad losers.

surely i was not a sad loser.

they say it’s the pain you get
from thinking about the past, your home,
because you miss it. right?
surely you must miss it.

in my twenties, time dilates, at long last,
and i live late summer afternoons of years passed
on tonight’s crisply minted winter’s eve.
how sweet those winds, carrying moments onwards.

posted on December 24, 2017 at 8:55 PM

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payload

posted by Elle Mundy  

should’ve is the order of the day
with a side of not anymore
and a strange hint of release

let go a little further than we meant
without cleaning up or resting up
and what is this all for again?

now is the time to start something new,
take two or so. the most free time i’ve had since…february.
i know the drill this time.

now with more skill, agility, and precision
i take to the motherfucking streets
and deliver this payload

posted on December 21, 2017 at 10:18 PM

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welcome

posted by Elle Mundy  

and we’re back.
let’s resume the pattern, but not too closely.
you say you want something i don’t have anymore
and yet somehow still end up in my bed.

the next morning, a slow breakfast.
you show me a song or two
and then talk on the phone for an hour.
it’s like we’re living together, only not.

when i say don’t waste my time,
this is not what i mean.
we’re both waiting for something.
i can feel it, but what is it?

our relationship is one i’ll gladly accept in any form.
here we are, standing on this incredibly elaborate landing.
it would be a shame to pass it by unnoticed.
but are we going up or down?

posted on July 30, 2017 at 7:45 PM

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posted by Elle Mundy  
whAT

whAT

posted on July 17, 2017 at 10:34 PM

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metro

posted by Elle Mundy  

mood tonal
intuit question
subsume answer
light and shade—
gently delivering
drawing it out
allowing
rhythm
breathing
slowly in and
out of implicity
we are all clarity
behind our mis-
directions and
intrigues of
what now?

posted on July 16, 2017 at 10:57 AM

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