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iPhone
You have plastered my eyelids open
Non contact tonometry
Force fed with gavage until I no longer awake
at the smell of burning grease.
Burrowed into retinas like a small flaming needle,
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Daybreak
I’m afraid of the dark
And the art
I haven’t made
The places not stayed
And the overstayed welcomes I
Know not to inhale the stratosphere keep
Both feet on the ground
And look straight ahead
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Loves
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The sun
you're not
leaving yet. no,
i'll glue your limbs to the pavement,
lower your waving hand,
tell you
something to make your eyes crinkle
again.
again,
again,
again.
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twelve months of dreaming
I have this dream
where the sky is dark,
moon illuminating,
faded stars surrounding it,
that I gaze at from
the top of my roof.
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Green
When I think of the color green, I think of the trees behind my school. In kindergarten, when kids were cruel and words hurt more than sticks or stones, the trees were there.
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The wind blows the grass down
Why can the wind
Be blowing
That piece of grass down
One moment
And not the next?
There’s a scientific answerI bet
And usually that’s what I’m looking for.
But it felt poetic that way, -
Boundless
Today I woke up.
I stretched my arms,
brushed my teeth.
Just as I did every morning.
Except, something was different today.
I opened the foggy window
and took a look outside.
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