Posts
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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.
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A Small Rock
There's a person in my class. He's mean to me, yet he is bullied by others. You're not good enough and no one likes you echoes through my head, his voice pounding in my ears. Agreeing with my bad thoughts.
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just a month ago…
well
it’s November already
how does the time pass so quickly?
just a month ago, i was in a toxic relationship
now i have the girl of my dreams
just a month ago, i was screaming and crying to the wind
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spoons
/look/i can balance a spoon on my nose/it will stay longer if i breathe on it first/don’t bump me!/or else it will fall/don’t leave me/or else i shall be lonely./
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clown makeup
/white face/rosy cheeks/a round red clown nose/50 years ago he stood on stage/people know him as August/he dies in September/a month late./
Loves
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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
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ode to the girl in my homeroom who only speaks french
she came up behind me one day & tapped me on the shoulder
i spun on my heel, unsteady, a dumb american consistently
ashamed of my language
she pointed at my face and drew a heart in the air with her thumbs
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Haiku
Fireflies and sun
Thunderstorms that shake the house
Summer has returned