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The back of the bus
They sit in the back of the bus,
the shimmer of secrecy ignited in their eyes,
her head in his lap, his hands in her hair,
her lips twisted in that sickening smile. My neck aches
from looking behind me, and my
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Rehearsal
We're backstage, giddy with nerves and
tired out of our minds, whisper-laughing as we mess
with our hair, with each other, try to put on makeup in the dark.
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hummingbird girl
She's hidden, cowering in the corner,
as she waits, mouth open,
words frozen on her lips.
She does not speak.
I mold my sadness into poetry and she watches me,
amber eyes taking in everything and nothing.
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camp.
If I close my eyes it feels like I'm still there.
I can hear the clatter of plates and the clamber
to be first in line for breakfast,
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Sun descending in a sienna sky
The basketball court is slick with freshly-fallen rain, black nail polish hardened into enamel after spilling weeks ago lies on my desk, forgotten and right in front of my eyes, as I watch them play that game on my tiny screen, their feet sliding
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Realities
She pressed the cherry into my hand,
Smiling, it didn’t mush,
Didn’t leak red juice all over my summer-calloused palm
Like fake blood, too bright to be the real thing.
Loves
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reflecting,
you want it all, until you have it all
and then you just want to run away.
and i did. i broke my own heart.
i had him wrapped around my finger,
sidelong glances across the candlelit room
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And my home
It's too hot
and it's too humid
and I'm awake too early
and I miss my home
My bunk bed is lopsided
and we let mosquitoes into the cabin
and the showers are dirty
and my socks are wet
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I should have told him I loved him
I should have told him I loved him, just a little sooner. I know I planned every word, the night before. Pacing my room in my prettiest dress, streamers in my red hair. He has always made me lose my breath, by simply living.
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Cigarette Daydreams
We were driving along the California coastline. I could feel the wheels of your red convertible twirling below us. The familiar motion was soothing. Song like. I was in the driver’s seat.
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For Them
It does not feel fair that someone like you must be in a world with people like these
A world with all the horrors of the news broadcasts
and real
life