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.
We stood, and were color
among the grey.
You, as the snow was melting
More by star
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Into Dust
Taking down for now. Revision in progress!!
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Maryn (haikus)
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.
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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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