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jump
the cliff turned into sky
and the clouds to dreams
whose silken threads touched me
and i
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In Her Shoe There Hides a Knife
Note: This is an excerpt of a play I may or may not write to the fullest. It's just to get a grasp of what the play would look like, so you might see more of it. Or you might not. Enjoy anyway!
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silence
silence
all except for the soft hiss of snowflakes
rushing into my jacket sleeves
as if they expect to slide right through
and out the other side.
silence
so heavy i'm brought to my knees,
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Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Goldfinch
(Inspired by Wallace Stevens's poem 'Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird', which is one of my favorites.)
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Among the deathly pale hills
Loves
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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
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pink
the day he was new was the day i made a new friend.
he was my height, my age, and had pretty eyes. he was nice and sat next to me. his name was Pierce. like his piercing eyes, or piercing smile.
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And the Message Said
I got a very old text message today.
I remember when it was sent many yesterdays past.
It dropped down from the top of my screen in a little box,
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Thermometers and Laughter and Showing Up
The days I wake up
and fall asleep
and move through the world
tired and clumsy,
it is hard to know the truths
of what I am grateful for.
Those days,
I am grateful not for winter,
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After the fifth day of November
note: partially inspired by Mary Oliver's "Wild Geese"
and for my mom
i want you to sit and stare at the glistening horizon.
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Mundane
a lesbian couple on my bus home from school
a man in a punk battle jacket on the street
my mother's female CEO group chat blowing up
four of my teachers taking the following day off