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A Villanelle of the Perfect Treat in a Bowl
Açai with granola and fruit,
as silky as a stream down low.
A perfect treat to escape the brute.
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Ode to a Contemporary Improv Wearing My Black Dance Pants
Black threads interlaced.
Buttery seams–
The feel of dreams.
Baggy enough,
enough to be fitted.
Sprawled on the marley floor,
Each pulse of my heart
tugs a string of my soul,
Loves
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but i love you
I dread going to school every single day.
I hate it,
I hate being trapped there.
But I love being greeted by my best friend
who could make hell
feel as freezing as
these February Maryland mornings.
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A Half-Satirical Attempt At Explaining What It Feels Like to Attempt to Bargain With Time
Hey. So, it’s me. Like always. Also, it’s 12:30. I’m sure you’ll remember that, like always, I would love to be able to sleep. Maybe you’ll just give me another hour or two? See, I had things to do. Poetry. A portfolio.
