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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
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Forever Hold Her Peace
inspired by "Roselily" by Alice Walker
Someone has painted smog across the sky
And made her hands soft–
No more sewing needles or thorny flowers
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October 20th
There is nothing like the floating feeling of trying to do pilates in socks and listening to Cigarettes After Sex as your knees scrape against the carpeted floor and the almost-black almost-night clings to the windows.
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i'll laugh at this someday
"I have a feeling, a terrible fear encroaching
That I'll never love a boy
The way I love the ocean."
-Maya Hawke, "To Love a Boy"
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Loves
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The Girl From Algebra Class
I started getting folded-up sheets of blank loose-leaf paper from a girl in my algebra class six years ago. I still remember the first one I got in Junior year.
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Fatal Orbit
She carried around a lip gloss with her, reminiscent of jam and the fruits I used to eat in my youth. It appears darker in the bottle than on her lips, yet she says it is perfect the way it is.
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