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sometimes i feel like you can just meet someone, like at school or in some other public environment, and you just know that they're going to be your friend. -
overcome
sadness
it comes to you
every so often
baring its teeth and sinking its claws into your skin
until you bleed all over the floor
your blood the taste of iron
and the salt of your tears.
sometimes so unexpected -
i found you
i found you
hidden in the dark,
your face blazing in the yellow glow of my flashlight.
your eyes staring,
blue-streaked green,
soft and hopeful.
i reached out my hand, and-- -
until i leave
There are four days now until I leave.
It's unbelievable;
surreal, honestly.
Typically I hate leaving the warm cocoon of home,
where life is predictable--
normal
good.
But life,
I am sorry to say,
is never
not ever -
Last Day
We run out of the auditorium
screaming, shrieking,
finally free.
We walk through the woods
to the pond
near our school
where we will spend
the last day of sixth grade.
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Hearts Are Tricky Things
Hearts are tricky things.
They beat,
they break,
they shatter to bits
if you are not careful.
Hearts should come
in a package that says
Fragile
Handle with care
in yellow tape on the outside.
Loves
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Sew Me A Quilt?
I want your freckled cheeks and blond eyelashes
and I want your flying hair
and I want your careful words that start tumbling fast,
woven together,
please
so I can wrap myself up
and remind myself of happy.
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Memories and solid things
If I could weave the memories of you in a giant blanket
The night sky would appear
Or maybe the streets of that one city in Central America
The unspoken words caught in a language barrier
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She Breathed the World Through Poetry
And it tucked wildflowers
Between the pages,
Petals and pollen spiralled
Like constellations,
Still whispering of the breeze
And of the shooting stars;
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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,