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Secret
It lives in cupped hands
Around sorry ears,
Behind closed mouths shut up tight,
A wrench in the steel factory gears.
A hidden prism refracting light,
Shining through the cracks in firmly pressed fingers.
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When the Rain Fell
When the rain fell, a world grew, and something vacant turned green.
As the world grew, its people loved, and something grew in them.
When the people loved, the people lost, and the world grew again. -
Dancing in the Airport
“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”
— Friedrich NietzscheI saw someone
In the airport.
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The Man We Left in Cleveland
My copy of Frankenstein sits on my lap, the old pages glad to finally be read. I began it at the end of eighth grade, and yet I am only a few chapters in now.
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Travel is a Rather Dangerous Thing
Sometimes there is so much to love
that it hurts.
Like a hole, waiting to be emptied as it's being filled.
That preemptive pain; anticipation of loss.
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Straight Line
I am not a straight line
I am crooked
I am curved
I am queer
Please, do not try to measure me
Please, do not waste your energy
On such a tiny being such as I
Loves
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dear mother, are you really mine?
sometimes, i lay my head against my mother’s chest. i think. gaze up at her. and this time, when i look at my mother, i see. i see a powerful woman. she is nothing short of beautiful.
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Weaving It All Together
I would weave in the tears of a mermaid, the breath of my love, and the drop of the ocean
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Even If
sing even if you sing badly; dance even if you dance horribly; write even if you write terribly; love even if you are bad at it.
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An Ode to Chipped Nail Polish
a collision of keratin
and chipping pigments
a meticulous routine spent
washing pale nails
in a montage of paint trails,
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