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there was an ice raid in the area
& it was the tensest last period class I've ever been in. Well, for me, at least,
and maybe only for me - when the announcement came on to secure
the school, no going outside, continue as normal,
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musings of an unrefined philosopher
I am a poet. I take the words and I turn them on their heads until the juice runs out. It is red and sweet, like strawberries. I sit cross-legged on lilypads, watching meaning watercolor itself onto the pond. I rust like clockwork in the rain.
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purim
It is a joyous day
amidst a burdened world.
We cluster around stand mixers like crows
to telephone wire, make holy messes
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poem written before the coming cold
& the sun through the windows & a clapping song playing
on the speakers, 45 degrees outside & almost sunny
& nothing to do, well, a lot to do, but the sun through the windows
Loves
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9 to 5
There's this random office building across the Cinemark downtown.
Sometimes, when I go there,
I'll watch a dumb movie at the theater,
Then tiptoe past glass windows of desk workers. -
after i die
after i die,
i like to think
that someone will plant
a tree over my body.
couples will carve their
"everlasting" love
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sweetness that melts
There’s a quiet beauty
in the things you know won’t last
moments already fading
even while you’re inside them. -
Only god shall know.
She will never stop moving
a sailboat restless at the mercy of great winds,
forever pulled by currents
no harbor can persuade to stay. -
infinite
here i am,
foolishly trying to describe
the feeling of sitting up
high in an oak
and writing poetry.
here i am,
watching the sunset
above long green grass
and typing into an ugly
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the dance I didn't attend
lights flash / bodies bend / like the minds behind the bathroom stalls / polished tile instead of varnished gym floor / soles (souls) unfit for dancing attempt to replicate that short they stumbled upon last night / dial of pressure cranked to red