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i pledge allegiance
i hate watching
you. i hate the blood
that pumps underneath your right hand
and runs through you red and thick and salty--
i hate your stubborn lips, mouthing
every
word.
i wish i didn't wonder
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commercial autumn
i bought pumpkin pie lip balm that tasted like
fall in california
even though i'm in new hampshire
and the leaves are curling.
the lights in sephora were sickly bright
like the lights
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writer's block
how did words once flow
like water
from my mind?
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figures of the night
we sat and imagined fireflies
flitting between the tops of the RVs
as the sun disappeared into muggy,
illicit sludge. we realized we both liked
the sticky-sweet taste of summer
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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.
Loves
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I’m good at poetry, I just don’t like it very much
“I’m good at poetry, I just don’t like it very much.
It’s one of those things where if you do it enough for school, you get just as good as someone who likes it.”
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The West Wind
The West Wind is a banker in a smart navy suit and a tie. His dress shoes clack on the pavement; he’s got someplace to be, always someplace to be, rushing to the sidewalk, the subway, the elevator, checking his gold Rolex watch.
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Limerence (part one)
Limerence:
A strong infatuation with the desire for reciprocation of one’s feelings. -
I don’t remember
I don’t remember
Was it real life or a dream?
Looked back; I was gone
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i think i used to look up this street and dream
False memories might betray me but,
i think i used to look up this street, and dream,
dream about becoming one with the pavement
where the road met the sunlight
I could almost taste the harshness,
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I really do smile more, don't I?
I like to think I smile more when autumn comes
I caught myself grinning out the window
Trees back home don’t look like that, so full
A tree skirt has a Christmas connotation
But the middle of October brings its own