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that's amore
"when the moon hits your eye, like a big pizza pie"
dean martin's voice booms throughout the house
as I lay on the living room couch
basking in heat from the wood-stove
to the tune of an over saturated
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act of heart
when I was thirteen
and scared of real life
I gave out advice like candy
showering my friends with hope
and watched them grow
like sunflowers
out of a cold, dark earth
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what once was
We lie tired
Bundled up in puffers and scarves
On the pleather seats of the bus that feels like home.
You rummage through your red lunchbox,
Unpacking each item carefully
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spring is for being naïve
at dusk
sun setting on an april day in paris
I messaged you
as if I was sending letters
by carrier pigeon
to an enemy fort
hidden in the alps
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just kids
at first
you were the loud boy on the bus
with a red lunchbox
full of day old spaghetti in a dented thermos
and parmesan your dad brought back from italy
Loves
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Dear god, am I real?
I believe in god even though I may know he doesn’t exist
I know the mountains were not formed by him
Instead it is the science in the world
The reason we are here in this moment
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The Women
The two of them sit on the porch
basking in the sunlight
letting their toes explore the first
frost-bitten mud of spring
Talking about life and death and sex
and little Mika's school play
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Headphones
The moment I first saw you, I knew to be afraid.
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Schrodinger's Monster
Being a teenager means
Schrodinger's cat isn't just a concept anymore
The person you are
is simultaneously alive and dead
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Observations From a Beach Chair
Today, I watched boys climbing a log stuck vertically in the sand
And girls kicking at leaves just for the fun of it,
And oh, when did our youth slip through the backdoor unnoticed,
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Intertwined Fate
my final fate– here i stand as the anticipation builds.
all i ever spent my life waiting for
stands still here– emotionless