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Turnip Head
*note: all my grammar choices (ex. capitalizations in the middle of a sentence) are purposeful and serve a purpose to help me deliver the full meaning and intended feeling of this poem!
I met Turnip Head! -
Responding
I'll write you all responses on paper
but struggle for the courage
to send them because
To be like you is all I want –
smelling of ashes and pine wood. -
Your Poetry
I read your poems. No, I
devour your poems. They are
beautiful.
Each one leaves me with such want,
pure longing. How does one live
a life like that? How does one see
the world like that? You are a -
Shea Butter
In autumn, I
started to use the bar of
shea butter
imprinted with wildflowers
that you made so patiently for me.
I never allow myself -
Floss
I ran out of floss and I suppose
that makes things easier for now but
I know this will come back to get me,
undeniably at the worst time.
I am hungry but
I have no appetite. I -
This is How I Feel
Isn't it obvious that I can't keep my eyes off of you?
Or stop thinking about you? I'm up
late with the tired sound of your voice. It's
ringing through my ears. Something new.
Loves
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Willow Tree (Rain)
Running underneath the willow tree,
As my father hung the swing.
In the rain, I stand watching the same tree
Now, as I cry, reading his name on the stone below. -
Blind
I awake on the floor in the dark. All around me is emptiness, inexplicable emptiness. The thick blackness pushes against my eyeballs, digging its thumbs into my skull. Disoriented, I scrabble against the floor, a thin and matted carpet.
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Everything In Its Place
You had always been neat. As a child, you would organize your toys in order of height, and your clothes in the rainbow. Your parents had wondered about OCD, but you always said you were just tidy.
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The house
“On a dark and stormy night”
“Oh don’t start like that…Those stories are always stupid,” I say as I adjust my seating position. “Can’t I just go trick or treating now?”
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glass hearts
it's dark.
you wouldn’t know that if you looked at me,
of course
you wouldn’t even know i’m there
transparent, lucid,
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Three Hearts
Octopuses have three hearts. I’ve been told that I do too. Is it the way I look at you or the way I listen? Is it how I place my hand on your shoulder or how I smile?