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at home on a winter's night
The thick night cloaks everything and the snow follows suit
a delicate dance, welcome
after two years of rainy Decembers.
My room is cold even though
the heat is blasting, so I sit
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Australia
At school we draw in the margins of our notebook paper
and toy with the idea of moving to Australia.
We look up the latest news in between classes, knowing that
the teachers will think we're addicted to our phones.
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Apple Cider
I want to drink apple cider with you
Like it’s a fine wine,
Make-believe adult, wrapped in your wool blanket,
Counting the minutes until your parents return.
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Martha's decision (inspired by the book "Prep" by Curtis Sittenfeld)
It was the little things that made Martha want to leave home.
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Thinking About You
I never thought about you in the daytime
When the sun spread like melted butter over the dwindling
Blueberry bushes.
I’d scavenge with them
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A Villanelle
The pool is open, did you not hear?
There’s a banner in town advertising it.
Summer hasn’t yet slipped from my fingertips.
I almost want to cry
Loves
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second snow
this isn't the first snow - it isn't
the one we spent at the bus stop together, sharing
hand warmers and wishes for the bus to come,
which, eventually, it did
melting the frosty road beneath it
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7:53
7:53 My mother has creases under her eyes I’ve forgotten I contributed to, laugh lines around her lips I didn’t realize were from jokes I’d made.
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quiet winter day
school was called off but i still woke up early
i woke up early to watch the snow coat the green grass with white
as the window fogged, i lost sight
i grabbed my gloves and boots
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Second, third, and hundreth chances
I've seen how this goes before,
Over and over—
I paint your unclouded skies with gray,
I'm the rain in your more-than-perfect day.
Who was the idea you had of me?
Her mascara wasn't running down
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My Faith
I’ve never been religious much —
My Faith is in the trees.
The sort of Lord I worship flies among the Bumblebees.
And my idea of Heaven is buried ‘neath Her leaves —
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Slaughter Day — Nov. 6
I didn’t get out of bed this morning for twenty minutes
Lying in the dark in hopeful ignorance
Then I see my mother in the hall and I’m six years old again —
She has bad news —