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la mer et l'amour
Brazil, the year forgotten. The sun is rising.
The ocean longs for her beloved moon but she has already gone down. The sun has taken her place and the water finds no comfort in him.
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Perspective
Blind the jury. Blind the voters.
Wrap white fabric over their eyes, stuff white cotton in their ears. Make them as blind and deaf as Justice herself.
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fighter
I've never been much of a fighter.
I take hits like glass takes baseballs
like fire takes to rain.
Glass breaks and fire goes out.
I've never been much of a fighter.
A retaliator, resister
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Living Situations
My friend's home is beautiful.
It's got green walls with flowers all over. The floor is soft and plush. It's warm but only in summer, and it's too cold in winter. But my friend likes it just fine.
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selective silence
There's a wasteland in my throat,
a desert of ice and snow
frozen over and stealing the sound,
cushioning it in its soft blows
of white cotton clouds.
Shut down the vocality of my vice
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'this'
Resist.
Intransitive verb: to exert force in opposition
Loves
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Humming to Our Hearts
The piano
Twirling through the air,
The lyrics I hummed to
With my grandma, my aunt,
My mom,
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April, My Admiral
April, my admiral,
lighten my wings with your shrill whistle,
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everyone has discarded their jackets again
it is finally finally finally
warm - kind of,
sunshine / soft rain / sixty degrees with a brisk step to it
that makes me think nobody but Vermonters who miss the days
of tap step / crocuses / daffodils buried in snow
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New American Elegy
Long live the dead we prop ourselves up on,
The cane we pass off as our leg.
Long live the gods that money trickles down from,
