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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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My Depression
Some days
It’s hard to find
A reason
To get out of bed
The depression claws
At me
Begging me
To just stay there
Sink into the darkness
And disappear
But I don’t want to
Do that
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Sit and Listen.
“Harris is a communist,” My grandfather protests.
“Better a communist than a felon,” My father shoots back.
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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.