Breath in.
Breathe out.
Try to focus on the
pinkandgrey sky,
and not,
on the knot,
in my throat.
Breathe out.
Try to focus on the
pinkandgrey sky,
and not,
on the knot,
in my throat.
Anxious
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Listening to Wind
It is September, yet
I can still hear the beach.
The sea moves and swells;
it tumbles to the shore,
dusts itself off,
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I think my parents deserve to be happy.
They deserve to laugh and sit on the floor and coo over babies.
They deserve to talk in a language I don’t understand.
They deserve to look at each other with love.
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Providence
Sweat gathers everywhere as
I climb the golden pavement.
The known ways, the known faces
are waves in the sound.
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