Posts
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letter to anyone who thinks they're not enough
you are.
and: you don't have to be.
let yourself exist.
sleep in late.
make your favorite foods.
hug your shoulders, your knees, not to hide behind but to marvel at.
you are marvelous.
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rosh hashanah
means head of the year,
tippy-top, press restart, new year, wind it up, begin again,
clean slate, fresh sheet of paper. so get out your markers.
we're going to draw ourselves a better world.
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ode to the girl in my homeroom who only speaks french
she came up behind me one day & tapped me on the shoulder
i spun on my heel, unsteady, a dumb american consistently
ashamed of my language
she pointed at my face and drew a heart in the air with her thumbs
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pumpkin patch in september
when the time comes
i am not ready.
as in,
the ground beneath me is still dew-soft with summer
and i am just barely stretching awake
to a morning not yet frosted over. they grab my stem
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before your work goes on
(i mean)
the work goes on
(in shouted songs & permanent marker protest signs
in places i'm not sure if i can still call home)
the cause endures
(in all the children born to these times and
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those poets and their sunrises
(ywp is like the sunrise)
washed in watercolor above the sleeping world
enchantingly illuminatory
& strawberry melting into orange creamsicle. if you pay
close attention, it never really ends
Loves
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A Tyrant in a Ruler's Suit
you are a petty man.
not a leader,
merely a tyrant.
no worry for
the whiteless.
no concern for
the non-cisgender.
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A Loss of Hope
i sit on the classroom floor.
the room is dark and cold.
i press my back against the wall.
the door is barricaded with a chair.
my teacher stands in front of it, as
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The Girl From Algebra Class
I started getting folded-up sheets of blank loose-leaf paper from a girl in my algebra class six years ago. I still remember the first one I got in Junior year.
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On Learning To Ignore Fetal Pigs On TV
Claim your rocking chairs and
Your solipsistic sunsets,
But close your eyes and listen.
The cicadas have silenced, and listen!
Is it quiet? -
A Masterpiece in Binary
I think there is a glitch in my processing unit;
when the letter 'A' enters the system,
it doesn't just register as a character—
it spills out as a deep magenta that dyes the rest of the word.
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Writing my first fight scene!
I hissed as the pressure around my ribs tightened.