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On September 2 of 2022, I packed three short sleeve shirts, two long sleeve shirts, and four pairs of pants into a backpack and left my house in Sharon, VT, for four months on an intensive expedition semester school: Kroka Expeditions’ L

his nose, a lump, 

illuminated in the moonlight. 

a face carved from rock, 

rests next to mine.  

we lay in the wet grass,

My heart is too young for your love

I am a child again 

Under the table 

Back when everything was so big 

But I wasn’t meant to deal with it 

we have been cradled to the grave, 

living beneath plastic trees,

living with gold-plated worms, 

chanting their friendship in your desperate ears,

We repeat ourselves, brokenly 

Because we do not know how else 

To repair our fragile hearts, 

Other than through repetition