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Day In The Life of a Getaway Driver
BONG. BONG. BONG. Three o'clock and all's well, I thought, peering out the front windshield of taxi 38, the black-and-yellow 2018 Toyota I've been carting New Yorkers around in every day for five years. Everybody knows me.
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Chapter One - (title unknown)*
IZIMA
Be careful, Izima.
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vacation
at least one
red white blue starry flag
big or small
billowing from the golden flagpoles that adorn
at least every house
in this country,
proclaiming
nationalism capitalism idiocy.
at least one
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went strawberry picking today
summer means
sun-kissed still-warm
strawberry, red -
not lip gloss but staining my everything
as I eat it slower than snails, slower than I should
while lounging on a rock
river mermaid come to life
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abandoned
red kayak
alone
drifting with the gentle breeze
in the middle of the lake
water droplets
beads
of shining glass
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Last Day of School
I wrote this poem about a month ago, and I recited it at Fifth Grade Night on Wednesday, June 12, and just this morning at my graduation.
Loves
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grin & bear it
i wonder how many times he’s said i love you.//
i wonder how many flowers he’s gifted//, how many
slow dances he’s danced, the ratio between//
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Today
Today I've walked around school in a haze
I don't know what to do
How to feel
I don't understand
How he won again
I don't think I want to understand
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Eyes
the leaves are turning the color of your eyes again
as they fall to the ground i take care not to step on them
break their fragile spines, crack their delicate skin
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opening night thoughts
We both have short hair,
We could probably measure the inches,
Down to the centimeters, and the millimeters,
And it'd be the same length.
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The Girl with a Library Voice
The first time I heard her voice I saw a library. An enclosed little nook with a creaking wooden table, the color of the wood changing from honey amber to deep mahogany under the flickering candlelight.
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I, the minotaur
here I sit-
bathed in darkness
trapped beyond reach of the sunI do not touch the poor creatures they cast into my darkness
flesh does not satiate me
so I chew on my rage