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doors
i get tired at school
sometimes.
it's not like i am not interested
it's just when there is yelling
and fights
and darkness in your house
you don't sleep very well
especially when the ghosts
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This is Winter
I woke up late this morning to snow on the ground outside. It was raining as well. I remember thinking to myself, that’s not rain that’s snow. Is it?
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3…2…1
My aunt
was diagnosed with colon cancer
a year ago,
maybe two.
stage 3
we thought she’d have it forever
and when we got the FaceTime
I was a coward
and ran to my room and cried.
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The net returns
When I first found out that we were
caught in the hellish net again,
the blood drained out of my head and
I
screamed.
I stayed up as late as I could, but sleep took me.
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first kiss
it was under a cold November sky when it happened/she smelled of fragrant shampoo and a slight hint of mashed potatoes/I don’t usually like mashed potatoes/but today they are my favorite/with lashes fluttering against cheeks/it was a zing/so natur
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Little Dog, Remember Me
when I was in fifth grade,
my dog died.
we had her before I was born.
we cremated her.
Loves
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11/7/25
precisely one year ago i went to school after election day and felt like driftwood in an uncertain sea.
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november
It's cold here, I reply to my grandparents when they ask how our week's going. It's cold, and wet, and already I am helping my friends put up Christmas decorations and string LEDs across their rooms, playing holiday music to try
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first kiss
darling i think the prettiest thing of it is that i
have been dreaming about this moment since i was little,
pressing my mouth to the back of my hand to see what it felt like to be touched like that,
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Kites
When I was five, I remember running across an open field on some warm summer day. We were flying kites, and I chased the one shaped like a bird, imagining I was flying right with it.
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Helpless
I saw a photo
Of you when you still had hair
Brown, nothing
Special, that hair was.
I forgot what you looked likeWith hair that didn’t come off when you traded it
For a hat.
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VT
vermont is a half-finished poem with all the lines scratched out.
grandfathers who’ve lived here their whole lives still talk of leaving,