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Oct 17
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NiñaEstrella

Nickels and Nuts

I got on the swing.
It was cold. A little damp. Years of me rubbed into the surface.
Hello. To the brown floor of planet.
It's cold.
If I did a handstand, how long do you think I could hold it?
I fell.

Farther up went my swing.
Circular. Grilled cheese. I am a mess.
Laughter.
Do you think seventh grade is better?
Worse math grades.
Then again,
Higher went my swing.
I try to do a pirouette,
But my eyes spin in their pockets - 
Sockets, get it right!
And my feet stick to the ground.
The skin spinning around itself. Like a tie-dye.
That didn't work.

I fell in the water yesterday.
It felt like a cold nickel. Iron on my tongue.
Plus, nuts (macademia) taste like nausea.
Farther went my swing.
But I knocked into the fence.
So I stopped swinging. I went inside.
My veins throbbing with nickels and nuts.
The swing was still going. 

 
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Posted: 10.17.20
About the Author: NiñaEstrella
“If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.” ― Oscar Wilde
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  1. Yellow Sweater
    Oct 17, 2020

    So much unusual, incredibly evocative imagery. I absolutely loved it. Some of my favorite lines: "Hello. To the brown floor of the planet." and "Circular. Grilled Cheese. I am a mess."
    and "I fell into the water yesterday/ it felt like cold nickle. Iron on my tongue."

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  1. NiñaEstrella
    Oct 17, 2020

    Thank you, I’m really glad you liked it.

    “If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.”
    ― Oscar Wilde

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