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Letter to a Stranger I Know Well
You came to me in a dream last night, as curious and full of life as the day I met you on the playground.
It was the first week of preschool and I had no friends, mostly because I chose not to.
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Dancing in the Airport
“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”
— Friedrich NietzscheI saw someone
In the airport.
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january
it's cold
the mornings freeze our words to our lips as we pore
over homework, plastic boxes of brightly dyed sugar cereal
waiting for february. it's gray
we haven't gone out for recess in forever, summer sun
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The Sweetest
I wonder what kind of mind lies behind those big brown eyes,
behind her laugh, which makes the sweetest souls swoon,
behind her smile, infectious and sugar sweet.
yet through it all,
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it’s mine, not theirs.
note: this is not targeted at anyone, it’s just my opinion :)
Writing is my pulse,
my breath,
my way of being.
They don’t own my words,
my thoughts,
my voice. -