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Joy Ride
I stared up at the popcorn ceiling. A record spun in the background, and lying there I had never been more aware that the world was spinning too– time was flying, my youth was slipping away.
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all the little things
I saw a post on Pinterest today about how they want people to love the mundane things about them, and I crave that from deep in some cavernous region in my heart.
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impending storm
It rained today, but I can’t stop thinking about the future.
In a world of war and lies and deceit and wrong,
All I seem to focus on is the little things.
Loves
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house of dawn
Feet in thick socks
Shuffle through the halls
And across the kitchen floor
Hands reach into cupboards
Rearranging and putting away
Mugs
And plates
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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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cool
tall
and ghostly pale
as if he were drenched in sheer silk
was what I saw when he left the room,
leaving behind footprints of moonlight in the halls.
cool as a winter breeze
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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,
