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Night Road Trip
It's quiet. Just the rumbling of the car. My friend is asleep next to me, their head on my shoulder. I open the windows. The breeze is nice and cool and rustles my hair. As soon as the window is open, it reveals the sound of crickets.
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Dear, Canada
Dear, Canada.
You do not belong to us.
You never have.
And I really, really hope you never will.
You are your own country, but I know I don’t have to tell you that.
You already know it.
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What if I...
What if
I could be a real actor
What if
It doesn't matter if my name sounds like a big-movie-star name?
What if I'm delusional?
What if I don't really care?
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uncertainty —> hope
I wasn’t sure
how many people would be there
it wasn't the biggest protest in the state,
the one that we went to, that is.
we think
about
(at least)
500
people came.
5
0
0
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Loves
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The Third Grader
Raincoat like the petals of a sunflower hangs to her knees
Glittery rainbow headband
That only keeps half her hair back
Shiny pink nails
Strawberry boots
Shy smile that makes you feel lucky you got to see it
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I'll try.
I have never been a poet,
But for you I will try.
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More Cowbell
We cheer and shake our cowbells, waving at passing cars.
Sometimes they roll down their windows, clapping and cheering back.
Sometimes they roll their eyes and look away, avoiding eye contact.
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poster board signs/attend all the protests
the permanent marker squeaks across the page black sharpie mimic the scream rage & awareness & hands off hands off hands OFF MY BODY you call this democracy?
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