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recipe for a snow day
Combine in a large metal mixing bowl:
One wooden spoon or ladle, tucked underneath your pillows
before bed. One pair of old pajamas turned inside out
(backwards may be substituted.)
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sensación de fin de semana / end of the week feeling
(disclaimer: i am not a fluent or native Spanish speaker, obviously. i just enjoy it and am learning it in school so i thought i'd share a short poem i wrote in class.)
jueves
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camouflage slip-ons
whatever shoes i was given back then i could not possibly let go of.
it was unfathomable. it was an outrage
that the light-up ones, the purple sandals,
even the astronaut rainboots had to go. i wanted them,
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favorite food (s)
Since I could eat, I have loved eating. Since I could open
my mouth and shriek for sustenance I have been in love with food.
And it has always loved me back -
tacos, grilled cheese, steak, sushi, matzo ball soup,
Loves
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A Half-Satirical Attempt At Explaining What It Feels Like to Attempt to Bargain With Time
Hey. So, it’s me. Like always. Also, it’s 12:30. I’m sure you’ll remember that, like always, I would love to be able to sleep. Maybe you’ll just give me another hour or two? See, I had things to do. Poetry. A portfolio.
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Why I Was Late To Band Today
"So I was in English class, right," said the kid, "and the bell rang, and while I was switching classes, I got super thirsty, so I stopped at the water fountain, but then I remembered that this fountain is out of order and the only other one is in
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Something to get used to
He went out with her last month,
something I will have to get used to,
the glances they'll pass,
and the shadows that will dance at night when there is no one around to watch.
She gave him a nickname,
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ideologies
stardust in rivers
oceans and streams
d0wn from the night sky
and then to you and me
but the label spalled on
wouldn't dare to make you yawn
with the work put in
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1/18/26
You sit in the middle of your college cafeteria—top floor—and things become very apparent to you, very quickly.
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Marigolds, oh marigolds.
I wrote this short story poem thing and I really want to make it better but I don't know what to add or fix. Here it is:
The flowers died on a Monday.