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I wanna be a literary girl
& walk around soho with maxi skirts & matcha & annotate the bell jar in velvet blue ink on curling pages with garamond font & wear my hair long down my back & dark sunglasses pulled up on my head & bangle bracelets that sli
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What lingers?
I found this vignette in a notebook from summer 2024 and thought it was worth sharing. I have no memory of writing it, but I'm glad I did.
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Turning to Silt
I never thought I'd wonder
how it would feel to touch your face
but now the thought sticks to my skin, tangles
in my hair. I never thought
your eyes would be anything but blue,
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tilly
Your hair danced in the wind
yesterday, and the trees
turned your eyes green.
You took
a photo of me, my skin
flushed from the fire, my
eyes closed on accident
and I took one
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It Never Ends
her magenta marker
the silent clock
my desk, now darker
with dust like chalk.
his name in my phone
my swimming mind
his teeth were like moonstone,
mouth open that night.
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wanting, without direction
today's air tastes like berries
and overused metaphors. the shadows run
across golden ground, and i look
at our old stone wall like they would in farmers' days.
a boundary, a gate
Loves
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cool
tall
and ghostly pale
as if he were drenched in sheer silk
was what I saw when he left the room,
leaving behind footprints of moonlight in the halls.
cool as a winter breeze
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When will it be my turn
when will it be my turn
when will it be my turn to be loved
when will it be my turn to be told i'm everything to someone
when will it be my turn to feel pretty, otherworldly, stunning
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Musings on a Lost Ring
I found a ring I thought I’d lost
in the bottom of my bag.
I haven’t seen it since last spring —
It’s funny, isn’t it?
All these months,
I thought it gone,
all this time, I’ve just been
carrying it.
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