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To Georgia, On Leaving
you traded for freedom with fireflies,
gave up bug lights for city ones.you miss me like you miss fireflies;
a necessary surrender for your future. -
Unsent Letters
Dear, that fifteen minutes, a week
less than.
all it took for you to worm your way in.
A day. A moment. A lifetime crammed between seconds.
a bond that is a force to be reckoned with.
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金継ぎ - In Memoriam
gold highlights the scars
gone but can't be forgotten
the gold reminds usthat
we did this we're corr-
-upted We spilt red blood from
gold veins Remember -
Even If
sing even if you sing badly; dance even if you dance horribly; write even if you write terribly; love even if you are bad at it.
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An Ode to Chipped Nail Polish
a collision of keratin
and chipping pigments
a meticulous routine spent
washing pale nails
in a montage of paint trails,
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living room record player
I'm six on the living room floor -
the pink album the pink album I chant -
dad puts the Supremes on the record player, the jacket handed to me -
pink, with three of the most beautiful women I've ever seen -
Loves
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A Little Thought on Rain When It's Not Even Raining
When rain bounces off the windshield
In patterns,
Drumming to the sky’s heartbeat
In soft thrums,
I begin to think and
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ode to the girl in my homeroom who only speaks french
she came up behind me one day & tapped me on the shoulder
i spun on my heel, unsteady, a dumb american consistently
ashamed of my language
she pointed at my face and drew a heart in the air with her thumbs
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was it easy for you to love
me? i’m not asking about the good days, i’m asking about
the whole time period in which i
was allowed in your life.
was i easy to love? but please,
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A Bouquet of Stars for YWP
YWP is the reason I
Keep refusing to take off the nail polish
Chipped and speckled like stars,
Smiling when I see the flecks of gold
Within the flecks of turquoise
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ARS POETICA (capitalized for emphasis) ((a college poem about poetry))
More often than not you will find language will bow for you
Put your palms on a notebook you filled as a child and with enough intention the push will bring up sentences and phrases you'd forgotten
