Writing
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Sometimes
Sometimes I wonder about the person I seem to be.
Is she truly me or someone else entirely?
Is it real or just a mask?
And if she's just a mask, then who am I?
Am I surrounded by lights?
Or shadows?
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One and Two
The choir is singing,
Six of them
dressed up for high-schoolers.
My mother is on the floor
of the gym,
sitting,
watching.
But all I can see
are the two girls.
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Simon Peter
I will tell you what I remember from high school, and I will tell you how you can follow in my sinful and lowly footsteps, that your blood might be as holy as mine.
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somewhere I cannot go.
She is going somewhere
I can hear it
in the way the house pauses
when she gently glides through it,
as if even the torn walls
are trying to find her. -
Fairy on the Breeze (An Ode to L)
I walk outside my door.
To hear the breeze today
See what it has to say.
"I can't go on no more
My friend has left the sea
No longer wild nor free
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The Fair
Another offering to the fall
We walk, side-by-side
Don’t these rides seem smaller now?
Or have we just grown in size?
What if this is the end?