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'm 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 we created a successful farm-to-table and in-house charcuterie program for a high-end beach resort. With mad butchery and cheese-making skills under my belt, I now return to my first love: writing, as a freelance food and travel writer.

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