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Wrapped in Foil
Thanksgiving is not complete without tinfoil.
No. I'm dead serious.
When the day of giving thanks rolls around my family celebrates with food,
Lots, and lots of food. -
I vow to start my homework
I'm gonna start my homework, I promise it is true.
No more fun distractions, no more TV shows and food.
I'm gonna start it – watch me. I testify today.
The homework will be finished, there's no more time for play. -
Sanded Tears
Sanded tears on breathless shells
hiding from the oceans swells
quikly put it in your pocket
its voice is better than a locket
jaded crystals, smoothened glass
hiding on the turles path
salted tears have weped and dried -
Collapsible
A bed. A pillow, carpet: gold.
A lamp a dog, a chair that folds
Four times bigger than a pool,
seethrough roof and temp is cool.
Highest windows, stairs to roof.
Seating chairs and pumpkin loafs
mango tree and waterfall -
Wishing seeds
Wait so you can see the glow
Of faces lit up with new hope
With smiles wider than the breeze
With strength that's stronger than the trees.
Wait so you can see the heart
that grows together not apart
And all the wishes in the air -
Relief
I was on a Zoom call when it happened.
Naturally – a Zoom call
because Zoom has embodied the essence of 2020.
There were 26 of us. Cameras on,
listening to the lecture.
Or not – I don't know. I wasn't.
Loves
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Great Nullification
Every vow cried to the tip of a saber,
Every soul sold to a higher or lower power,
Every road paved to lead others astray,
Is nullified.
Revoked,
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My Mind Is...
My mind is a car
On a highway
Racing
Zooming
Going faster and faster
My mind is a plane
In the air
Full of chatter
Zipping across the sky
My mind is a train
On a track
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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.