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Birthday #3
On September 8th, I woke up to a day like most others.
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lessons of the forest
I wander through the woods. The day is cool and dry, with a wind blowing that smells of wood and fallen leaves. The bracken has begun to brown, though the Joe pye weed and goldenrod still stand strong.
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an encounter
Fear is such a funny thing, which looks at you with no humor in its gaze
and never blinks wide eyes, and is thin and crippled and seething, and has tears glinting off its cheeks, and is
small and alone -
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Loves
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a year ago today, i wrote a poem,
and i remember i was really proud of it.
hung it up on my wall and everything when it made the newspaper.
a year ago today, i took the grey-brown frown of november
and molded it into metaphors with my own two hands. looking -
instructions on growing up
If you wrap your hand around your mother's wrist
your fingers will touch. How
do you come to terms with that? How
do you learn that your father's shoulders
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9/3/22
I open the back door and sit in its frame with my fever running high, enough to make my cheeks feel
pink & unsteady and every time I think it hurts,