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Slaughter Day — Nov. 6
I didn’t get out of bed this morning for twenty minutes
Lying in the dark in hopeful ignorance
Then I see my mother in the hall and I’m six years old again —
She has bad news —
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A Bridge
I think I live upon a bridge
I’m too afraid to cross.
I’ve set up camp for the time being
(Now so much time’s been lost.)
The water’s too far down to drink
And the fish are out of reach.
Loves
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the last waltz
this will be
the first
and the last
dance
we'll share
I'll be wearing pink
riding high on a childhood dream
waltzing
like it's 1945
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I wanna be a literary girl
& walk around soho with maxi skirts & matcha & annotate the bell jar in velvet blue ink on curling pages with garamond font & wear my hair long down my back & dark sunglasses pulled up on my head & bangle bracelets that sli
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What lingers?
I found this vignette in a notebook from summer 2024 and thought it was worth sharing. I have no memory of writing it, but I'm glad I did.
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Turning to Silt
I never thought I'd wonder
how it would feel to touch your face
but now the thought sticks to my skin, tangles
in my hair. I never thought
your eyes would be anything but blue,
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Rosy Retrospection (Haiku)
I miss you more than
I loved you. Still, I love you
–less than I feared you. -
tilly
Your hair danced in the wind
yesterday, and the trees
turned your eyes green.
You took
a photo of me, my skin
flushed from the fire, my
eyes closed on accident
and I took one