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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

  • ASHES AND BIRTHDAY CANDLES

    your birthday was halo-lit nights and cigarettes in sugar cakes—

    melted icing smeared over the tips of flames snuffed out in the dark.

    you asked for a songbird, said your lungs were burnt with apocalypse dust

  • Morning in Paris

    It’s morning in Paris,

    and the city still sleeps,

    though the sun has long risen

    and the cat has long been stretched in the light

    that washes over the quiet courtyard.

    It’s summer in Paris,

  • paradoxical

    the Midwest is a snake eating its own tail.

    get out get out get out is the head, beating in time with the heartbeat of every new baby born in these states, 

  • Ocean colors

    I love the way your eyes look,

    making me want to dive in,

    reach the depths of the shades of greens and blues of the ocean hidden behind your dark lashes.

     

    Knowing I'd drown,

    sinking to the darkest parts.