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After Party Party
The party ends the dancing
begins
beautiful mutual
agreement that social-ness
is exhausting.
Bouncing spinning laughing
hair in high pony tails
we're models singers dancers
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Dinner With You
I only ever came here for the fortune cookies
I don't know if you can tell
when I stare at the menu
under shiny plastic with a red rim
when I glance
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In that Field
It never happened
that everything was beautiful and nothing hurt
but if it did it would have been
lying in the grass
the kind that surrounds you like the ocean
and flows like a river
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Something to Learn
We have something to learn from
(the toddler who smiled
while he peeled his banana
and ate it in five bites
and gave us all high fives)
(the lady with orange glasses gray hair
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The Third Grader
Raincoat like the petals of a sunflower hangs to her knees
Glittery rainbow headband
That only keeps half her hair back
Shiny pink nails
Strawberry boots
Shy smile that makes you feel lucky you got to see it
Loves
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the poem in my notes app that made my best friend cry
she wasn't my first best friend but she was my first best friend. she's the most important cog in my machine, the girl i'd do anything for. i want to be her bestie forever forever.
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What lingers?
I found this vignette in a notebook from summer 2024 and thought it was worth sharing. I have no memory of writing it, but I'm glad I did.
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Jokesgiving
my family has claimed thanksgiving.
it's our holiday, you know,
the one we do the best,
and so it must be ours. we're joking,
mostly, but it's true we do thanksgiving very well
probably overdo but it's better
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Observations From a Beach Chair
Today, I watched boys climbing a log stuck vertically in the sand
And girls kicking at leaves just for the fun of it,
And oh, when did our youth slip through the backdoor unnoticed,
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Caged Birds
You know what we are?
We’re caged birds.
Birds trapped in a gilded cage.
They try to take away our freedom.
But will we let them?
What’s your answer to that?
We can’t let them.
But we already have.
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The Things We Almost Say
There is a language
spoken only in half-glances,
in the weight of a pause
just before someone smiles.