remember when these were our masterpieces that were hung on the fridge or on our bedroom walls, glorified for all to see? remember when we decided we had to be older?
childhood painting
More by OverTheRainbow
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purim
It is a joyous day
amidst a burdened world.
We cluster around stand mixers like crows
to telephone wire, make holy messes
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poem written before the coming cold
& the sun through the windows & a clapping song playing
on the speakers, 45 degrees outside & almost sunny
& nothing to do, well, a lot to do, but the sun through the windows
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