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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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fighter
once i sat down on the curb and told you, love, these things aren't what we're used to.
we're stop signs like angels circulating (don't breathe, don't move)-
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Dumplings for a Cure
“Lizzyyyy….,” said Marie, twisting her chair around. “I thought I told you to get new shoes,” Marie says. Lizzy looks down at her shoes, caked with dirt and grime, broken from the hours she spent working on her family’s farm.
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living
" if i am killed for simply living, let death be kinder than man. " - Kinder Than Man, Althea Davis.
if i am killed,
mangled and beaten,
for simply living,
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The Boundless Book of Humanity
Sitting at the kitchen table,
The Beauty and the Beast soundtrack
Humming through an earbud,
My mom streaking the stars
Across my fingernails,
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The Window
I love my window; the window that lets me see outside. But today, when I looked outside, I noticed something. The clouds were dark but not storm clouds. Smoke and pollution were filling the skies and making it hard to look outside.