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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
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the woods
it is morning
defined
by linen against soft skin
wet grass
and an orange sunrise
quiet
from the west
to the east
a bus is parked
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the last waltz
this will be
the first
and the last
dance
we'll share
I'll be wearing pink
riding high on a childhood dream
waltzing
like it's 1945
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schön
the east is enveloped in blue dark
the plane that carries you
diving into the abyss
while the west appears to be engulfed in flames
a simple view from the deck
of a slow moving boat
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house of dawn
Feet in thick socks
Shuffle through the halls
And across the kitchen floor
Hands reach into cupboards
Rearranging and putting away
Mugs
And plates
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let it happen
it was barely audible
yet soft and sure
in the heat of the moment.
what?
I ask
even though I know what you said.
I know the weight
Loves
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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
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Paradox
Love is a paradoxical thing.
I want desperately to be loved.
I want to wake up to a "good morning, my favorite person" text.
I want the last thing I see at night to be a little red heart emoji.
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alone
Even with my friends, I'm alone.
They date. They love each other.
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The faults of a past generation
时间
Time moves fast
Tick… tick… tick…
It all goes
Gone
Gone
Gone
Minutes go by
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Mr. Red ( ever so slightly revised)
There is a man on the corner of 87th and Amsterdam. I do not know him, and he does not know me. He wears a red T-shirt with red sweatpants. He wears a red coat with red shoes. He wears a red ski mask on his face.