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lost packages
her mail and packages
stacked up
like she’s gone on vacation
like she’ll be back to pick it up
i bet if the postman knew
that the house is forever empty
he would throw it away
like it meant nothing
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the gift that hope gives
they’ve seen me in passing
without even realising
that hope is what makes me
able to stand underneath the californian sun
hope lets me feel
the ground beneath our feet
the breeze against my cheek
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my hair
my hair falls like clumps of tears
ready to be set free,
like chains held over my head.
i tied my hair into knots
of familial expectations,
the knot’s been untied,
and the cage has opened
Loves
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Curl Cream
I have been told
To put curl cream in my hair
Upside down, eyes
Straining against the ceiling light,
Curls straining toward the tile floor,
Bunching.
I will smell