Pieces of Home

This summer I’ve dedicated a great deal of my time to learning Mandarin and relearning my Spanish.  In the process I have met a great deal of people internationally who are wonderful.  A common request is to see photos of where I’m from, because they’re all interested in what life in America is life, so I have been taking a lot more photos (despite my lack of photography skills) to show them.  This summer has been particularly special to me because I will be attending college in Massachusetts starting this fall, and although I’ll be returning it’s been a little more bittersweet and sentimental.  I was going to write an accompanying poem to make up for my photographs, but I think these are better left alone.
 

Drift

VT

YWP Alumni

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  • Early Afternoon

    I.
    You stole all of the blankets.
    I'm not mad,
    just a little cold.
    But you look too cute to steal them back.
    I'll wait,
    it's okay.

    II.
    I fell back asleep.
    You woke me up with a gentle kiss on my nose.
  • Tear Soaked

    You called me,
    asked me over the phone.
    I could hear the tears
    rattling the words in your throat.
    It's like you choked on the weight.

    "Hi.
    I just wanted to say I miss you.
    We haven't talked in awhile."