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In English We Read Walt Whitman and Langston Hughes
We read poems on printed white sheets in english
Cover them with highlights
And words like freedom
Are covered in pink.
And a hundred years ago
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Where There’s No Cursive
It’s not the slashes through the timeline,
Not the practiced cursive
Spelling out names
That we must all know.
It’s the blank in between -
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Loves
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sn / ap
i break lines like a maniac
obsessed with meter, st
opping thoughts before they begin
: a psy
chotic insomniac frankenstein's
scientist type f
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for my friend who longs for new zealand again
a kiwi soft with suntanned skin from
what seems like a lifetime of being outside,
you swim probably unlike a bird because birds don’t swim
but it’s sweet to imagine – you
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Stupid Little Things
stupid little trees
speak to me
through their whispering leaves
they seem to grieve.
stupid little clouds
cry so damn loud
through snow and rain
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if not one to write
i write poetry on lined paper
in class & only half pay attention, rounded letters
barely containing all i want to say. i use green marker
& stare dreamily into the yellowed margins,
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Into Dust
Taking down for now. Revision in progress!!
