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Insert Me In Your Life
Insert me in your life when you want, I'll wait patiently
Ignore me until you need another performer in your show
And I'm the most experienced one there is
I'm always happy to play the role of your love -
For my best friend
Flecks of light dance within your eyes,
gray or blue or green, always changing
with the seasons, with your mood,
with the shade of the flourescents
with your eccentric thrifted clothes, -
Does anyone think of me?
my voice is carried away by the breeze,
whispers of the friendship that never blossomed
of the love of the boy i can't have.
these words fall apart
slowly
sink under the ground
because nobody cares
nobody realizes -
In the darkest of nights
In the darkest of nights
when I lie awake,
the tiniest sliver of moon shining through the pitch-black
blanket of sky,
all I want to see are flowers
blooming and trees
bursting with soft green leaves. -
Postcard to Nowhere
Darling, -
i can't look away
i can't look away, it's impossible
there are mirrors all around, covering the walls, the floor, the ceiling
and if i try to turn away, i see you again
standing there in your clandestine beauty,
Loves
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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
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sleepaway #1
it rained the night of our arrival -
big, whooshing gasps of whitewashed rain & thunder that
shook heavy against the darkening skies. dinner went long.
we only sang louder, deafening echoes beneath the storm as
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Summer
the air tastes like honey and promise
sticky with the scent of blooming jasmine
and freshly cut grass that crunches beneath bare feet
the sky drips blue
stretching wider every afternoon