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NH

15 years old

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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.

  • Curl Cream

    I have been told

    To put curl cream in my hair

    Upside down, eyes 

    Straining against the ceiling light,

    Curls straining toward the tile floor,

    Bunching.

    I will smell

  • Dress

    I'm wearing the same dress I wore last year, on an evening that felt like moonlight even though the sky was still a milky purple-blue by the time we left, arms linked, laughter spilling over each other and turning the air fragrant, because back th

  • Lonely Rhymes

    Today I thought I looked pretty

    It must have been a trick of the light

    I can't fall asleep in this city

    I wish that you'd come stay the night.

     

    Last week I talked to you for hours

  • stranger to blue water

    sing to me.

     

    i've been a stranger once more

    to your hills and valleys, to the

    gaps of sunlight between your grasping evergreens.

    i've been a stranger

    to the red barn

  • you already know summer

    you've felt

    the brambles and sweat, 

    the curl of berry-stained lips.

    you've seen

    the cornflower sky stolen

    by a red-orange river,

    the evening still thick

    with lightning bugs and laughter.

Loves

  • Sew Me A Quilt?

    I want your freckled cheeks and blond eyelashes

    and I want your flying hair

    and I want your careful words that start tumbling fast,

    woven together,

    please

    so I can wrap myself up

    and remind myself of happy.

  • Memories and solid things

    If I could weave the memories of you in a giant blanket 

    The night sky would appear 

    Or maybe the streets of that one city in Central America 

    The unspoken words caught in a language barrier

  • 17

    on the night that you broke your eyes open,

    cried into candy packets you found at the petrol station smelling like gasoline and regret

    in your still-standing baby teeth like slabs of sugared marble there were

  • crawdad song

    you get a line & i'll get a pole

    honey - honey! july thickens, slows to a stop outside, get

    your rod and line, the ones that used to be your father's. get

    your heart from the closet and your coat from the floor,