Invisible Saints

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I can see the faces
of those not supposed
to have them
Eyes move as I
move
leafhand and sex-
uality is not out
of the question

I believe in eye
anomalies
Floaters are cursors
directing us
below
the surface

I can see matter
moving
everything is water
the mist of exhalation
the constant vowel
of now

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About vsvevg

Hello, I am Abby Smith. I started this blog to write about the pursuit of a self-sustainable life in rural Mexico. Then my husband and I moved to Nicaragua, where I have been making cheese. Recently downsized, I will be writing about what it means to remake yourself at 55.

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