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On ways romantic love has been explained to me
“It's like you've finally found your home and you know it'll always be there,” my friend’s older sister said, not bothering to look away from the passing fields outside the car window. I wanted to respond that my home is my best friend.
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We were rot
We were birdsong
We were giant redwood trees
We were bones bleached by desert sun
We were metaphors and similes
We were poems and poets
We were wildfire
We were ebbing in and out
We were waves in the blue atlantic -
Platonic
I have always thought about the future a lot
It was always college
And ivy league goals
And 4.0 GPAs
And all night study sessions
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This is Not a Political Poem
This is not a political poem
It can’t be
Because I need hope
And I cannot find hope in such a divided world
I mean, look at us
Left versus right
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Citrus
There is so much poetry about oranges
And it makes sense
Because they are perfect for sharing
Because the act of peeling an orange
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Two-by-Two
The Bible ends the flood with hope
Genesis 9:11, never again by water
But this afternoon, I learned
God never promised about fire
Loves
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My Friend, The Songbird
Singing, Singing, Singing.
Your voice fills my ears.
Smiling, Smiling, Smiling,
Your happiness fills my heart.
Laughing, Laughing, Laughing,
Your friendship fills my mind.
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Evenings
Do you remember those September evenings we spent together in the playground?
The shiny rock we put in our pockets and the ugly little rocks that got lodged in our heels. -
I could be
I could be writing right now
about fairytales;
princesses, and dragons,
magic, and the prince that comes to save her.
But life isn't a fairytale for anybody,
so why write about them?
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the sounds of the test
I sit down in the perfectly lined rows of old desks.
squeak, squeak, squeak.
He hands out the test, dragging his feet.
shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.
