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Why doesn’t it matter anymore?
Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness
Please, send me a message
Being American isn’t taking down your pride flags and cowering as far as you can from the ballot box when there’s no hope anymore
And yet here we are
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Why?
Why can’t I simply be me? A person of color, a queer youth, a writer? No one appreciates these things anymore. Now to try isn’t enough. That’s the saddest part. What shall I do when being trans and nonbinary isn’t allowed anymore?
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merely
to fly//is to merely escape//to swim is to merely drown//to run//is to merely run away//to sing//is to sing.
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Yuki
he wakes me up at 7:00 on the dot. he jumps into my bed and licks my face until i sit up. he bounds around on three legs. a dog took his other one. he was adopted from foster care.
Loves
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trick or treat, we're the bugs!
it is november now which is unbelievable
because last night we got blisters on our feet running
house to house in too-small rainboots, our wings
flapping lopsidedly behind us. it rained on and off
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rain :: hope
it is Halloween morning
and pouring rain.
wake up & look out the window -
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dear jane
you were always a constant to me.
there was a book in the back of our classroom
tucked between crates of other, more important tomes
it had a picture of you on the cover and i read it almost every day
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The West Wind
The West Wind is a banker in a smart navy suit and a tie. His dress shoes clack on the pavement; he’s got someplace to be, always someplace to be, rushing to the sidewalk, the subway, the elevator, checking his gold Rolex watch.
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the river in the woods
is more of a creek,
covered in yellow leaves and rotting branches
that staunch the flow like a bandage over blood.
The river in the woods
probably used to rush
like its brothers farther north, shrieking
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sukkot
and there is room at our table, oh so much room we are simply
bursting with food, we are overflowing,
uniformity is not a problem in our sukkah. we can