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NH

15 years old

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  • By star

    They Tell Us

    These are the best years of your lives, they tell us,
    so stop pretending you're truly suffering.
    Chin up, they tell us,
    mask your grimace with your widest smile
    because everthing is fine.
    Stop complaining, they tell us,

  • By star

    YOU

    I watched you talk to her
    waiting for the bus, analyzing your face
    your freckles, dimples, perfect smile,
    you.
    I've been obsessed for a month now,
    my heart launching into overdrive when I see you walk by.
  • By star

    once it was may...now it is not

    Once it was May,
    and flowers bloomed in sidewalk cracks,
    robins flitted through the not-quite-summer air and
    I lay in bed with the windows open and wrote poems as light as butterfly wings.
    I thought I had everything figured out.

  • By star

    I'm sorry, I have a question:

    When did it start?
    Girls being told they were less than boys, that they'd never be anything but wives and mothers,
    that was their role in society, no questions asked

  • By star

    temporary goodbye

    Sometimes I still scroll through our text messages
    nearly two years old now, no one's added a thing since May 2021
    and of course no one will, because everything we wrote in there was

  • By star

    13.

    Once I dropped a penny in a fountain and wished to be a teenager.
    I was only five; I thought it'd come true.
    I insisted to my parents that my wish had been granted,
    pretended to act moody like I heard teenagers were,

Loves

  • watching him

    Kathy watched out her window as Samuel left his apartment, 

    spit his gum on the ground

    and lit his cigarette. 

    the same as yesterday. 

    the same as every day. 

  • Moving

    I’m moving. 

    I’ve found a little place in the Past, 

    It’s not much but I think it’s quite lovely, very dear, 

    And things aren’t working out Here, 

    So I’m settling for memories. 

  • nameless III

    the more of me i see, the less of me i want to be. i feel empty and dreaded and dead inside;

    i’m a horn atop a pig’s head;

    i still remember dogwood, sitting under my porch;

  • A Yellow Violet

    Her name was Violet, 

    but she always wore yellow. 

    I spied her from across the room as I hesitated in the sun-framed doorway, and she was beautiful. 

  • It Begins

    It begins —

    This thing call Spring —

    With sunshine and birdsong

    Slowly infused into everything.

    It begins with

    Deep brown rivers gauged in viscous dirt roads,

    As the frozen ground thaws and overflows.