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alien questions that we can't answer
We knew
they existed
before they knew how to stand and walk and breathe.
We sowed
the seeds
of evolution on this bluish-green marble
floating
in this tiny little galaxy they've named candy bars after.
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life
Lilypads drifting like humans in this bluish-green marble of a world
Inner workings concealed but known, yet we know absolutely nothing
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fairy tale children
slipping out of eyesight
through windows
and out back doors
in the dark of night
with only the stars as witnesses.
slipping through thick forests
carrying sweet-smelling woven baskets
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High Flies The Flag
High flies the flag
Of rainbow equality
Red, orange, yellow
We chant, chant, chant
Purple fingers clasp blue
As we chant, chant, chant
High flies the flag
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hoping she understands
hoping she understands
that poem was a little hasty
i don't even know if she knows
how she feels
about me
hoping she understands
why i blush every time her name is mentioned
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City in the Rain
my feet carried me through
the crowded streets of
new york city, where everyone is
constantly jostling to be noticed, for space,
for a chance in the bright white spotlight of fame.
but in new york city, everything is
Loves
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Human decline
They show me their phones, little boxes with even tinier little boxes that you press on and it fills up the big box. My girl taps one of the tiny boxes, it's purple and white and orange and she calls it in-sta-gram.
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city to country
i once lived in a city
a small city
but densely packed
i remember my old house
yellow
three stories
i moved more than a year ago
not long ago
but i barely remember my old life
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Sun
Usually the sun induces my smile
An infectious click that erases the bad feelings of outgoing anxiety
But today
The Sun felt numb
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City night
Looking from a plane, glowing
streets, like spiraling
spider webs
knitted on the elder plains,
out of hope, out of pride.
Crossings of the intertwined veins
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Summer Nights
My day is done, so I sit here,
Under the stars, twinkling gleefully down at me
Still, the hot summer day lingers like a sticky residue on my skin
