I’m The Worst, I’m Your Sister
“You’re a jerk”
“You’re the worst sister in the world”
“I hope I never see your face”
“Stop moming me”
Every time I reply with
I love you too
I’m a jerk
I do your chores
How could I
Poetry
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When will it be my turn
when will it be my turn
when will it be my turn to be loved
when will it be my turn to be told i'm everything to someone
when will it be my turn to feel pretty, otherworldly, stunning
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Caged Birds
You know what we are?
We’re caged birds.
Birds trapped in a gilded cage.
They try to take away our freedom.
But will we let them?
What’s your answer to that?
We can’t let them.
But we already have.
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Out-of-season strawberries
I thought this would be a
typical
miserable
boring
trip
with the exception of the refuge sought out in my computer
turns out
it would not be
I would encounter my best friend at two rest stops
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Impossible "Win"
Ten to twenty one
They thought that I was dumb enough
To think that they won
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blueberry pancakes
the last time i ate
was this morning
blueberry pancakes
warm
the smell of cinnamon
wafting from them
i ate a bite
then stopped
i imagine
ten year old me
running to the table
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love
what is it?
i've always found it
confusing
why
are we tied to
one person
only
why
is romantic love
more important
than friendship
why
do i push people away
yet long
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snow
the smell of snow
sharp and bright
like the world holding its breath
just before it turns new -
Ancient flower
Slow and drawn out
the aftermath of recovering from harsh conditions
yet still standing
the beauty of ancient strength and wisdom radiating from it
yet still full of surprises
still going
still growing
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Musings on a Lost Ring
I found a ring I thought I’d lost
in the bottom of my bag.
I haven’t seen it since last spring —
It’s funny, isn’t it?
All these months,
I thought it gone,
all this time, I’ve just been
carrying it.
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The longer I wait.
No more promises to go to bed earlier
No more making up meaning for the mess on the floor,
No more pages all across my desk.
No more of the big clothes to hide what I don't have.
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Beautiful Lies Foregone
Should I continue this lie
that I am finding this world to be okay?
That I'm comfortable as I worry every time I
show my shoulders because
what if
this is the day that I'll remember with