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Look It In The Eye
You may not understand
What it is
To look your future in the eye
And have it blink
To not know
If your rights
Will be your rights
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What Books Get Wrong About Old Houses
You can't skip over the third stair
if you're sneaking into the kitchen
because all the stairs creak,
just in different ways.
They don't talk about the light
in the closet
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If I Were Dreaming
If I were dreaming,
would the cold and snow still bite my face
in the winter
when I went skiing?
If I were dreaming,
would the heat of June-July-August-now-October-too(?)
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Tell You
To tell you
what fall is
if you didn't know
would be the task of a poet,
and even my best words
wouldn't tell you,
really.
I could tell you what it's like
to look up at the hills
Loves
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pink ink scrawled on torn-out notebook paper
Top Gun soundtrack and
peanut butter m&m's and
writing poetry for my friends on
torn-out sheets of notebook paper, scrawling
the verses in pink ink that
reminds me of fairy wings and
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on endings
and—
time
(itsoveritsoveritsoveritsover)
stops.there
are
tears
in
your
eyes,
mascara
smeared -
The West Wind
The West Wind is a banker in a smart navy suit and a tie. His dress shoes clack on the pavement; he’s got someplace to be, always someplace to be, rushing to the sidewalk, the subway, the elevator, checking his gold Rolex watch.
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anti-fascist frogs
let me tell you what i saw today
when i was downtown with 200k others
in the heart of the city of the nation,
a swamp raised to stand above the world. with
flags &
signs &
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the thunder
Sunny days brought her life.
The flower loved sunny days.
She flourished under the bright star,
smiled at its rise.
But then the next day,
it rained.
Hard.
Like a thunderstorm.
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we did okay.
i found a binder full of photos from my preschool years,
lined paper covered in neat cursive
signed by my teachers, women who i remember the names of
and not much else. their voices were warm and the house