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shapes
circle: the roundedness of a
marshmallow spent too long in your pocket,
meant for my mouth; the almost-perfect
eternity
of your fingernail as you traced my collarbone
remarking how winglike our shoulders were;
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book of poetry (breakup)
the title page has a heart drawn upon its yellowish hue,
C+M on an arrow, almost but not quite covering
TEN POEMS: VOLUME ONE and I turn the page quick,
eager to see this play out,
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autumnal
the world is colder than before
north winds exhaling dragon breath across the valley and
my doorstep where i wait for the bus (bumblebee against concrete),
rubbing my hands together and
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The Fleeting Moment on the Bus During Which I Spied a Dead Thing and a Raven
lines on the road paralyze me redefine me reignite a sort of otherworldly longing in me orange blurs into yellow blurs into black lines blink in and out of a parallel existence / red was never a factor in this but you could never chalk red into yo
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ode to washing my face in the sink
this old sink,
hanging onto the wall by a thread
and a rusted pipe,
gushes water that still runs clear,
even after the generations of girls
(in pig- and pony-tails, braids and loose)
Loves
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Be Bored
I've been thinking recently a lot about my time on screens, and how it seems like I can't escape my phone and other technology.
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My Coming Out Story
Growing up when I was younger, I was raised in a very homophobic, transphobic family. I was taught that being anywhere on the LGBTQ spectrum was evil and would send you to hell.
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To Dream
maybe one day i'll see you
at a class reunion 20 years in the future
you'll have gotten taller than i am in heels
your hair will no longer be curled and bleached but
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Coffee Runs
When I was a kid, I had a near perfect childhood. I had friends on the same street as me, and we rode our bikes around the neighborhood playing cops and robbers.
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This Midnight Feels Different
This feels like the countdown to doomsday.
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...Proposing all branches be put under presidential control...
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Teenagers
We lie in bed with our arms around ourselves,
cradling the mangled bodies of children
who had the stars squeezed out of their eyes so that, still shining, they fell