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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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Grass Grows
Grass grows.
It gets trampled into the dirt
until it is dirt.
It disintegrates and decomposes and falls
apart,
into the soil.
Loves
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sophomore
She wakes in the early morning
And stares at the wall across from her
A sense of fear overtakes her
Beginning in the pit of her stomach
And spreading to each limb
Coating her in feeling
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The Lock Pick's Garden
I was never allowed in the basement,
there was always a lock on the door,
and my parents avoided telling me why.
Great parenting strategy,
not even making up a lie for me,
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youngest at the tiki party
I can hear the party still going
starting in the kitchen,
spilling into the dining room
and out onto the deck
I hear the sound of fizzy champagne filling crystal glasses
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Being a dreamer is hard
Being a dreamer is hard, for all of us. All the authors, poets, musicians, and artists.
For those who aren’t any of these let me explain it for you.
