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Light
I love the light this time of day
The way the raindrops dance and play
The gentle shadows on your face
The way the darkness leaves in haste
I love the light this time of day
The flowers' colors on display -
Normal People Prison!
Yaaayyyy!
Normal people prison!
I'm glad your finally here!
Someone thought I stole a watch
And lookie I'm still here!
Normal people prison!
The jump suites- all the wire.
Eatin' lunch like high schoolers -
A year in the life
In march I learned I value a schedule.
A really full schedule, with a plate piled high with things to do.
Because not having a schedule means free time
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The Side Affects of Reading
Please read all side affects before sticking your nose in books.
A sense of curiosity,
A strong beguiled urge
To ride in hat and cape and wand on broomsticks, will emerge.
You'll start to see head canons -
7 O'clock
Sorry I'm not ready,
I should be- but I'm not.
the fact that schools tomorrow?
Can it honestly just... not.
I woke up after twelve today,
I read well into dawn.
The stories blossom in the night
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One Orbital Cycle
This year,
Last year,
Next year.
Is a human construct.
Which in the long run means nothing
The only difference between today
And tomorrow
Is the numbers with which we document time.
But what if.
Loves
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How to drown
I learned to swim
When I was young
I learned
Freestyle
Breastroke
And butterfly
Now here I am
Years later
And all I know
Is how to sink
How to drown
How to go deeper
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Roses
It ended with roses.
I process the funeral in snatches.
Glimpses, even.
I see my family spilling out into the cemetery
Long-lost cousins twice-removed,
Great granduncles,
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Where I’m From
I am from coffee beans,
from bitter brews and cracked porcelain mugs.
I am from the steamed soy eggs,
the scent that clings to mornings
like an old, Chinese dwelling.
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Snapple
There’s a Snapple on the general store roof.
There’s been one there for quite a while. About three years.
Must be nasty by now.
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Childhood
I remember when a phone wasn't important to me
When all I wanted to do was play outside in the grass
Watch as the clouds wisped by in the sky
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My Father's Wooden Bracelet
She’s picking me up
a waterfall rushing down her cheeks
covering me
as my beads absorb
the ocean in her palm
She’s a familiar face