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RED
God is real because Red is thick enough to paint with/ because we can use our tongues to trace the face of a demon/ when it’s dark, when we’re bored, when we need fire/ Red, not the red of a stop sign or the American flag/ but Red, a Red that’s -
The West
here, the graves
are worn away
by the rain. here,
the city is clean.
it tingles. glass
skyscrapers
and demolished
cathedrals are
ghosts, carrying
bells they only -
Boiling
celestial bodies
are the antagonists
of my inner tides.
the moon pulls
and the sun boils
until all I’m left with
is the tang of salt.
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No Helen
You’ll never understand Sappho,
because you don’t read Ancient Greek
or the hidden pages of history
where we scrawled our passion,
with sequestered longing, desperate and dear, -
New Pollen, Old Soil
Growing up, I didn’t realize there was such a thing as a conservative intellectual tradition, or, to be honest, even a moderate one.
Loves
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To Be a Son
Blue and black blur as the football spirals through the air,
My hands outstretched,
The ball tumbling closer and closer.
I drop it.
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The Chaotic Misdemeanors of Bluejay One
A green tea bag is baking cold out on my porch
A piece of gray rock from the quarry wanted to be torched
Whipped cream pecks your cheeks with specks and flecks of blue
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Wildfires in Autumn
Sirens sound, at 2:00 am. My heart pounds as I look out my apartment window and into the smoke.
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Pumpkin season
I’m four years old and it’s pumpkin season again.
I’m holding tightly to my best friend’s mittened hand
and feeling the wind whipping at my face,
turning the tip of my nose pink,
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The lost boat
I am a lost sailor
Pulling
Tugging at
The boat
The wave
Here
Crashing down on me
Ripping my soul into
As many pieces as there are grains of
