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Listening to Wind
It is September, yet
I can still hear the beach.
The sea moves and swells;
it tumbles to the shore,
dusts itself off,
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I think my parents deserve to be happy.
They deserve to laugh and sit on the floor and coo over babies.
They deserve to talk in a language I don’t understand.
They deserve to look at each other with love.
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Providence
Sweat gathers everywhere as
I climb the golden pavement.
The known ways, the known faces
are waves in the sound.
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Strangers
Strangers
are the closest companions.
You take a shot
and I let it go.
You say I’m pretty
and I let it go.
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Everything Fades
The ocean is swallowing the sun.
Loves
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The mirror
i look in the mirror
and flinch like it’s a stranger
like the face staring back
should apologize for existing
there’s a weight in my chest
that has nothing to do with flesh
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The Third Grader
Raincoat like the petals of a sunflower hangs to her knees
Glittery rainbow headband
That only keeps half her hair back
Shiny pink nails
Strawberry boots
Shy smile that makes you feel lucky you got to see it
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Moving
I’m moving.
I’ve found a little place in the Past,
It’s not much but I think it’s quite lovely, very dear,
And things aren’t working out Here,
So I’m settling for memories.
