It's sand, mud and dirt
but some see the blue beyond
and call it a beach.
She almost forgets.
Summer nights still taste like smoke
and fireflies still dance.
Her room smells of lilies.
There she sits and calls a boy
to forget her friend's blue eyes.
Maryn (haikus)
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You, as the snow was melting
The snow was melting
when you talked to me
when they talked to you
when we stood with them
and their thinning perfume
their black backpacks
their straightened hair
their plans of the ride home.
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anaphylaxis at 12 p.m. on a monday
i have trusted
myself.
i have trusted
my body.
i have believed
it will not bite back
that it will not feel the roaring rush
of danger in what is safe.
i have thought
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a letter to myself at the end of 2024
So many times you will see
someone on the street who you will never meet
again, and believe you could fall in love.
You will look back, and they will not be looking
at you.
A few times you will think
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