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*As in "Welcome to" and where "Gator Country"
means "Los Angeles"
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Gator Country: ella es la flor que se aferra
she is the flower that clings to the gulf coast
trembling at the pounding surf, about to pull root.
greet the trident, solstice.
though you feel unprepared for swimming.
yesterday i floated in a pool of purple flowers
and thought about what i wanted out of life
i wanted nothing other than to prolong that moment:
listening to the sound of my own heartbeat
seeing blue sky and fluttering leaves
thinking only of those i love, and not love lost.
we never lose love. so,
throw those feelings into the fire.
get as hot as you can stand,
until the sweat has you outside yourself,
when you think you can take no more,
when you think you have nothing left,
scream as loudly as you can.
i think you will be surprised at your reserves.
i'm writing to you from mexico,
thinking of dungeons and dragons,
your friendship and growth,
your courage and fire.
live la fucking vida loca, chica.
you are an inspiration (tu eres una inspiracion).
when i swim in the ocean today (cuando nado en el oceano hoy),
i will tell the fishes all about you (dire a pescados todo de su historia),
a brief introduction (una breve introduccion)
before your own dive (antes de su zambullida).
neptune's kingdom awaits.
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