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Summer Lemonade
It's 9 o'clock on a Saturday- 9:00 AM, that is, when Mom made lemonade for the annual summer party at our house. Fresh-squeezed lemonade. It is sitting in a cooler on the small table in the tiny house in our backyard.
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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.
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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
Loves
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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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