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My Ankle Hurts
My ankle hurts
because I stepped funny
at the very beginning
of my very own bat mitzvah party.
I might've twisted it
I don't really know
but I can't sit a certain way
otherwise the pain returns
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Not Fun
It
was
terrifying.
Nothing more
nothing less
it could only be described as that.
I was shaking, actually
I don't know why I was so scared of doing this
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Now That It's Summer
Now that it's summer
the museum I live almost next to always has a concert going on
sometime around 5 going to 9:30
the bass inside of my ears
as I try
and fail
to fall asleep.
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Summer Camping
It was the time of year
when it was summer
but it wasn't miserably hot
wasn't disgustingly humid
it was the perfect in-between
the Goldilocks zone of summer.
It was a double camping trip
my family
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Mixed Feelings
I am sad
sad to not have weekly meetings with you
I am nervous
nervous of what I'll be doing this weekend
I am excited
excited to show off, to show my friends and family this tradition
I am apprehensive
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Appreciation
Our last meeting
I rehearsed my part
I read my speech
you looked on with pride
I'm proud, too
I can sing and read in a different language
from ancient scroll with no vowels that sort of smells bad
Loves
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am I free
will I ever be
is the meaning in the trees
will they ever be pleased
as I fall to my knees
does someone hear my screams
when I join everyone leaves
I wish I could just breath
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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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i am not numb
I don't read the Bible. I lie a lot, tell people I've read Genesis--can one even read Genesis? The beginning of things, written--but I've really just perused it.
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commercial autumn
i bought pumpkin pie lip balm that tasted like
fall in california
even though i'm in new hampshire
and the leaves are curling.
the lights in sephora were sickly bright
like the lights
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Listen.
We,
The writers
The comedians
The storytellers
The artists.
We’re the ones who move forward.
We’re further than we were hundreds of years ago,
Yes,
But.
We’re not done.
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pumpkin patch in september
when the time comes
i am not ready.
as in,
the ground beneath me is still dew-soft with summer
and i am just barely stretching awake
to a morning not yet frosted over. they grab my stem