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Race to Christmas
Fly out of bed
Hit your head on the fan
Watch as it swings
Dress as fast as you can
Storm to your sister's room
Don't knock, lightly tread
Then bust through the hinges
And leap on her bed.
Shake up the bed -
Reversed
Not again.
Three cases in my tiny school.
From where, from who? Who knows?
And yet it's clear that for this year
That's the last I'll see those folks.
Did I look them in the eye
As I asked about their day? -
wHaT A yEaR
Where to begin in this almost passed year of 2020.
It wasn't fun, to put it simply.
It was kind of horrifying.
But- I mean- there had been some good parts.
Like the time when- um- Frozen II came out. -
12 Days of Zoom School
(inspired by the Twelve Days of Christmas song. Follow the same format when reading!)
On the first day of zoom school my teacher gave to me
An essay test in history.
On the second day of zoom school my teacher gave to me -
Black Fish Net Tights
Its been over a year.
An entire year since I met you and never saw you again.
And you've yet to leave my heart.
And yet I can still picture your face.
Your presence that made my heart melt with something I've never felt before. -
Loves
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The colors
There is a swirl of color that accompanies all things.
Every twist and turn, every fall and failure. All words spoken and sung, every smile or laugh.
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Bus thoughts
I envy those who’ve never known Loneliness.
She is not just empty space—she’s a presence,
cold fingers brushing the back of your neck
when no one’s watching. -
Stolen Constellations
On that night, I stole the stars of the galaxy. Billions of them, each one unique, and put them into her eyes.
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Stained-Glass Girl
you should be an image in stained-glass windows
the same ones you trace with your eyes every sunday
while hymns echo in your ears, words
you've known so long you forget the meaning.
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If Only...
If … I can't help but replay that one moment over and over in my head…The “if only”... echoing, bouncing around like a voice echoing against the walls of the grand canyon, empty…”if only”.
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this is not about water
it was like a sink that was overflowing, built up and up and up.
then it was drained; the pipes rusted over; the slight drip and drip and drip.
tantalizing.
then the water rushed like geysers do, hot and momentarily solid.