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Mauve
Mauve is the lipstick we stole from your mother,
smeared sideways across your mouth and all over
your Sprite bottle,
a clandestine weight in your pocket
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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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Medicine
The wood is lush and dappled with light,
the first April flowers poking out of the ground, snow
melting under my bare feet.
The ache of you digs into my chest like a sharpened blade,
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An audition
when she sang, she sang a rhapsody
tender words that arced across the room on golden strings
like her un-brushed curls that flew in the wind
from the open window behind her.
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the last day of march
Mud mingling with snow mingling with dirt,
the remnants of red nail polish from
Valentine's Day,
how has it lasted so long?
The sun a hot fiery ball over the cloud-speckled horizon,
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Good news
I don't want the cold hallways,
their chill seeping underneath
my thin regulation gown and settling in my bones.
I don't want the nurses,
with their tight, sympathetic smiles
Loves
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When the boys grew up on sun and waves
The sun didn’t kiss these boys
It hugged them
The way you would with your best friend before
Leaving for a long time
It hugged them and
It made their skin the color of a caramel
And their hair like the sand
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tribute to emily dickinson
they have taken her.
hope.
she is trapped in the great big house made of new money & keys
that open nothing anymore. it is named america.
you can hear her,
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apple
i'll use your name. sweet nothings spill
from well-meaning mouths & shatter on concrete radiating summer sun
right back at you, perfect -- dainty -- shiny with dewdrops. they told me
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Group Project: Create a Community
How can i think,
when i sit in classrooms built by men
to teach us how to think like them,
and i try—
god, i try to conjugate freedom
in a language that was never mine,
in a room that doesn't feel like home, -
Sunset
Soft pink
mixed with the blue of today
a magenta now
you can see the swirls and streaks of the colors in the sky
warm and cool
the sharp, sincere orange flashes across the horizon
mixing
merging
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sweet like august but it's june
outside tasting like orange fanta; beautiful.