Nov 02
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Guacamole

(Editor's Note: This piece will be featured on VPR next week.)

I chopped onions yesterday and I didn’t cry.

two avocados, a smidge of tomato, ½ a garlic clove, a few drops of lemon juice, lots of salt, a dash of pepper, our secret ingredient we always forgot the name to, and ¼ of this onion.

two avocados and a smidge of tomato.
you’ll find yourself crying wondering why this happened to you, because this happens in movies, this doesn’t happen to you.

½ a garlic clove and a few drops of lemon juice. 
you’ll find yourself crying because all you can think about is how it’s been six months without her but everyone around you is happy and the day still continues on.

lots of salt and a dash of pepper.
Nov 02
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Guacamole-sound

I chopped onions yesterday and I didn’t cry.

two avocados, a smidge of tomato, ½ a garlic clove, a few drops of lemon juice, lots of salt, a dash of pepper, our secret ingredient we always forgot the name to, and ¼ of this onion.

two avocados and a smidge of tomato.
you’ll find yourself crying wondering why this happened to you, because this happens in movies, this doesn’t happen to you.

½ a garlic clove and a few drops of lemon juice. 
you’ll find yourself crying because all you can think about is how it’s been six months without her but everyone around you is happy and the day still continues on.

lots of salt and a dash of pepper.
you’ll cry when her favorite song comes on and all you can do is scream the lyrics that you used to sing with her.

our secret ingredient we always forgot the name to.
you’ll cry at old pictures of you two because it felt like any other moment when it was taken.
Oct 16
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The Worst Drive


Winter is my favorite.
It used to be.

My skin like fire to the melting white
My hair filled with pure ash
My face hot in the cool touch of the wind
My heart beating fast to the pitter of flakes hitting the ground
My car plowing through tall banks
My life filled with warm joy

Winter is my favorite.
It used to be.

Her skin lying in the depths of the snow
Her hair matted in the window cracks
Her face cannot be kissed by the pure white
Her heart stopped in the cold of the day
Her car will never see the snow paths again
Her life forever gone

Winter is my favorite.
It used to be.

 
Sep 21
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These Waters


This reflection in the rippling waters seems lonely now.

We loved our spot

                                                 by the dock.

It was bright and cheerful with my brother’s happily crooked smile beside it.

We loved our spot

                                                 by the dock.

We came here every year.

We loved our spot

                                                 by the dock.

Skipping rocks, fishing, swimming, telling stories.

We loved our spot

                                                 by the dock.

We talked of football, baseball and the occasional girlfriend.

We loved our spot

                                                 by the dock.

I cannot believe that he is gone.

We loved our spot

                                                 by the dock.