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Text messages I'd never have the guts to send
Hi
I haven't seen you in a while
How are you doing
I don't think we ever really talkedWe talked so much
We used to talk every dayIt wasn't anything important thoughYou still don't know why I did what I didIt's fine -
... And Now It Is May Again
I was in the car, riding shotgun
listening to a song that sounded like summer
like tires rolling over hot asphalt
like mud stuck to the bottom of a murky pond
like a brain freeze from the coveted chill of ice cream -
I drowned in compliance
I drowned in compliance
like I'd drown in an oversized sweater
let it envelop me
until all I could see were the rolling waves of
expectations
tossing me out to sea, unforgiving -
drowning
the cool water laps over my arms, my legs
spills into my eyes
the sun is shining just above the surface in its brilliant radiance
but i'm underneath, waves tugging me away
and i almost forget i'm drowing -
the millionth untitled poem
You say I used to live in another world, one you don't know about
but really
all I am is who I am when I'm with you.
I'll give you my heart, my mind, my soul, the words coursing through my veins -
In Another Life
I stare at your beautiful face,
at your wide smile underneath freckled cheeks,
at your unknowing blue eyes, filled with glimering stars,
hear the way your laugh sounds as it bounces through the hall,
Loves
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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
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orANGes aRe not the onlY fruit
The island on wheels in the middle of our kitchen still smells new on the inside
If you've ever put your nose right up against an old plank of wood, you'd know the smell--that, and Styrofoam painted blue
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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,
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Homestay in San Juan La Laguna
As I’m writing this I’m lying in bed in Nuevo Horizonte. A small jungle town in the north of Guatemala where around 100 people live and work together. Recently (a day ago) we wrapped up our time in San Juan La Laguna with our homestay family’s.
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Last Dream About Camp
i dreamed of the windmills again -
four big gentle giants towering over the blue-green mountains,
whirling round the clock like out-of-sync ballerinas,
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I am a rotten mango
I've been seeing a lot of girls on Pinterest
With bodies that don't look like mine
And I don't look away, because they are beautiful--they are pictures I look for and want to see