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KRISTI MAXWELL YEAR IN REVIEW Felt oneself fluctuating between accidental and invited guest. Enlarged a list of things that do in fact change overnight. The bloom of the mushroom but not the mole. Certain friendships, the smell of a fridge. Used the crab emoji after the Strawberry Moon sat fully ripe in night's dense bramble. Found the dark where I looked for it. Made it elsewhere then shifted my tense in a bid to unmake. I break into the snow of the snow crab, pull the white from the coral pink. Read about the disappearance of crabs from the Bering Sea. Know guilt, know shame. A nail breaks inside a Lysol wipe while wiping an oven top. The growing back is slow. |