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One and Two
The choir is singing,
Six of them
dressed up for high-schoolers.
My mother is on the floor
of the gym,
sitting,
watching.
But all I can see
are the two girls.
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Dirt Roads
Dirt road, springtime
Air wet with snow
Evaporating,
Roads soft,
Like new petals.
Girl, brown hair
Pony tail
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Improbability
Oh, no, I’m not here
For a reason.
It’s an almost comforting thingThe fleck of light of a chance
The infinite things
That had to go right.
If I were a different person -
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Promises
Weren’t we supposed to be
Different?
Didn’t we fight warsDidn’t we sign papers,
Promising we were something?
Something
New?
But papers are just inkAnd quills
Loves
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Simon Peter
I will tell you what I remember from high school, and I will tell you how you can follow in my sinful and lowly footsteps, that your blood might be as holy as mine.
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An Ode to You
And yes,
you deserve one: you
who has stars in your eyes and
infinity running through your veins;
you, whose heart becomes so heavy
with the sunrise that you
will always pick up a pen and
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Reflection
This is a reflection a boy who bullied me when I was younger. Now, I think I might understand what he was going through.
He scarred me.Deep.
into my bones.
It feels like
Grief.
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Maria
Her name was Maria
My mom's friend Maria
La mariposa she says
Soy la mariposa
Because she spread her wings
To the land of kings
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