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It's Memorial Day-
It’s Memorial Day-
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Mother Don't Leave Me
Mother don’t leave me, raise me like one of your garden beds.
Mother don’t leave me, teach me everything you know about soil, about nature.
Mother don’t leave me, show me how to navigate the forest after a storm. -
Mother Deerest
My baby was stolen in the late afternoon of a wet spring day
as we grazed the forest in peace with no worry in our minds.
I had warned her of the greedy beast who stalked our home, -
A Bleeding Blooming
I am too terrified to love something that is right out of reach.
So, I dig a solemn grave for my decaying soul with indifference and leave
My body to harbor a sprouting stem and petals of a spring peony. -
Would That Be Too Much To Ask?
There is still hope for us yet.
I only listen to Bon Iver now
because he is your new favorite artist,
just to learn something as personal as
your eclectic favoring in music.
Would that be too much to ask? -
Parallel Universe Pancakes
In a different universe I would be making warm pancakes this morning
rather than thinking of more reasons to convince myself to live another day;
and they are all petty, these bleak reasons, and manifest very little comfort.
Loves
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An ode to my unborn daughter, Stellaluna
Star in the sky
My star in the sky
You do not exist anymore except in my heart
You were once a seed in my womb
Growing growing gone
My star in the sky or are you the moon or a planet far far away
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Happy Birthday, Mom
Dear Mom,
I forgot to buy you something again. I guess I couldn't find anything that expressed my gratitude enough, so I've decided to write you something until I have time to buy you that wine you like.
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Theology
Religion is girlhood
God is a teenage girl screaming the names of the people she used to love at the sky
Worship is dancing and celebrating while still being upset
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I Called Her
Sarah made grunting noises as we passed the deli, I asked her why, yet she didn't answer me. It’s almost as if we’re tense every time we walk downtown.
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Warning
I’m warning you
When I fall in love
Every moment
Is made into poetry
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Lines in Bark
Never forget this moment, my child.
Never forget the tall mountains of mist
Or the low valleys of grass
Never forget the forests so peaceful
The ocean so sparkling