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After the fifth day of November
note: partially inspired by Mary Oliver's "Wild Geese"
and for my mom
i want you to sit and stare at the glistening horizon.
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i am learning to live without the idea of you
and i am trying to fill up the empty cave
in my head, the one you created when you
fell to the ground and pulled me down with you.
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And So I Refrain
she talks to me about the paper snowflakes she plans to make this weekend, and so i refrain from telling her that my bedroom has been decorated since the day after thanksgiving.
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The Death March of Autumn
it's 11:20 on a cloudy october night
and the world is falling to my feet.
the world is falling to my feet
as autumn leaves perform their death march to the ground
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to be a person.
i.
i feel like time is dragging me along by the hand
the way a mother tugs her child to preschool/
but instead of kicking and flailing and screaming
i am numb to the days that pass -
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note: i wrote this really quickly for a writing sprint in this summer program i'm doing online. we were given a list of words and then chose to write whatever we wanted while including all of the words.
Loves
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I bleed in writing
there’s this gaping hole
in my heart
yet they never noticed I was
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Written Meals
I do not know how to bake
something from scratch,
like my mother’s cookies.
With her instinctual precision
and her habitual familial ease.
I did not inherit this side of her. -
Closer to spring
Darkness falls quickly now,
the feeble sky overpowered by the black pull of eternity.
Snow turns to rain, rain turns to mud,
and every month, I bleed and I cry.
It's almost Christmas, but
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snow
my heart so beating
soft in my chest where there is
waiting a snowy storm
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The Gift
I learned that butchering purity is ungodly,
yet on the silver platter, I see a snow lamb as fired slabs. -
Brother Dearest
you, my brother,
are a paradox
of my happiest
and saddest memories
I could sit for hours and watch