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For my dad, when he was eight
Sometimes, especially on days when I wake before the sun,
I cry and don't know why.
I think most people do occasionally.
Last week I received a brown envelope
full of old passports. -
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To the Boy Who Danced in the Cafeteria Before the Bell
I am often not who I think I am.
When I was in 6th grade I counted birds
out of the bus window on my way to school.
I dreamed about flying as much as falling from high places. -
When the seatbelt light turns off on the airplane and the sound reminds me of your smile
I can't count my eyelashes.
I'm nervous around his hands
and arms and eyes.
The interstate illuminates
our broken footpath
and the way he stumbles up it,
cropped blond hair and glass-spider legs. -
6:05 pm, Tuesday: The Start of What Must Be the End
The vacant high school lobby
knows nothing but her index finger
and the way it hurriedly traces the second hand
around the face of her watch.
She only needs more time.
She only has the window glass
