Posts
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writer's block
how did words once flow
like water
from my mind?
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figures of the night
we sat and imagined fireflies
flitting between the tops of the RVs
as the sun disappeared into muggy,
illicit sludge. we realized we both liked
the sticky-sweet taste of summer
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The sun
you're not
leaving yet. no,
i'll glue your limbs to the pavement,
lower your waving hand,
tell you
something to make your eyes crinkle
again.
again,
again,
again.
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Curl Cream
I have been told
To put curl cream in my hair
Upside down, eyes
Straining against the ceiling light,
Curls straining toward the tile floor,
Bunching.
I will smell
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Dress
I'm wearing the same dress I wore last year, on an evening that felt like moonlight even though the sky was still a milky purple-blue by the time we left, arms linked, laughter spilling over each other and turning the air fragrant, because back th
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Lonely Rhymes
Today I thought I looked pretty
It must have been a trick of the light
I can't fall asleep in this city
I wish that you'd come stay the night.
Last week I talked to you for hours
Loves
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River
Through the knotweed. Down the ladder made of tree roots. Up onto the big rock. By the river. I stand, mud on my ankle and cuts on my knees. The sun sits just barely above the trees as the sweat sits just above my brow.
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all the little things
I saw a post on Pinterest today about how they want people to love the mundane things about them, and I crave that from deep in some cavernous region in my heart.
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ode for the girls in seventh grade
you’re perfect.
all of you.
and i don’t need to say more
but i will
because i want to write about every one of you
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Molly's Fruit Bowl
Deft
Finicky
Supercilious
Pulchritudinous
Cassock
Dianthus
Diffident
Omnipotent
Ebullient
Jaunty
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nightingales
We hold hands and they call us lovebirds,
But they are too colorful and noticeable,
Not nearly strong enough as your grip,
As your hands around my waist,
Keeping me from falling (but it's already too late.)