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the enduring issue
you.
you're a golden boy
born to shine in the sun,
but cast to the dark of night,
drenched in moonlight.
you change like the times when you see me,
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a state of mind
my hands curl around the flimsy plastic folds of my shopping bag
as I walk home through streets tight and winding.
it is a sunny morning,
crisp and clear,
and magic.
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got to be weary
the mornings are misty,
cold and dark.
my head hurts as I haul myself out of bed,
put on clothes that clearly don't go well together,
and set off through the fog of dawn.
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who am I?
fresh out of the plane,
weary eyed and sickly pale,
I trudge.
deep within my suitcase, I carry a passport I don't want to show to anyone,
even if they ask for ID.
Loves
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First kiss
You cared;
I tried to.
You did;
I thought I did.
I wanted so badly
to be a character in my books
and to feel longing
to feel needing
to feel love and to
be loved
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i pledge allegiance
i hate watching
you. i hate the blood
that pumps underneath your right hand
and runs through you red and thick and salty--
i hate your stubborn lips, mouthing
every
word.
i wish i didn't wonder
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Blue and White Stripes
November 11th,
I entered the boutique downtown,
searching for a forever friend.
I scoured all the racks,
red,
mustard,
lavender.
Then I saw him,
Blue,
slightly faded
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figures of the night
we sat and imagined fireflies
flitting between the tops of the RVs
as the sun disappeared into muggy,
illicit sludge. we realized we both liked
the sticky-sweet taste of summer
