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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. -
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. -
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 -
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 -
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, -
Circle under the sky
We all sat in a circle under the sky
on a cool July night
in our own little corner of the world
where everything was perfect,
or at least good, at least peaceful
without war, without hate
Loves
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Constellations of Friendship
Hair tucked behind ears,
Cheeks pink and glowing,
Smiles illuminated by the sun,
Weeping willow branches cascading like poetry
Onto fluttered-closed eyelashes;
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perfect//imperfect
There’s a girl in my grade who cut herself last week.
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that poet feeling
does anybody else get that feeling deep in their chest, sharp like it's begging to come out but also soft as in fire soft, embers in a hole in the ground?
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Quiet Expectations
They won’t teach me how to be a woman—
But they’ll notice when I’m not.
Say I should smile more, try harder,
Be brighter, quieter,
Less me, more what they forgot. -
to love again
you are of another mother
I knew you before
before that
man
I loved you before
now I'm left away
searched
and you're stopped
and hurt
I hope to love you again
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songs from an empty chair
I write this now, in loving memory of a man who has not yet left us.