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for my friend who longs for new zealand again
a kiwi soft with suntanned skin from
what seems like a lifetime of being outside,
you swim probably unlike a bird because birds don’t swim
but it’s sweet to imagine – you
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if not one to write
i write poetry on lined paper
in class & only half pay attention, rounded letters
barely containing all i want to say. i use green marker
& stare dreamily into the yellowed margins,
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short poetry 2/1
i have a couple of pieces of lined paper in my school binders that i use to write daily short poems. i hope you enjoy reading some of them!!
child of vermont,
the snow thickens the sky
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tu bi'shvat
& the trees outside stand like arrows
in the winter morning, stiff & afraid.
the world is cold, and hard,
and the new february ice lays unforgiving.
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recipe for a snow day
Combine in a large metal mixing bowl:
One wooden spoon or ladle, tucked underneath your pillows
before bed. One pair of old pajamas turned inside out
(backwards may be substituted.)
Loves
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scheduled landing
We met like passengers
assigned to the same row
close enough to share armrests,
not a destination. -
A quiet border
We lie inches apart,
faces turned from one another,
like two commas in the same sentence
that never connect. -
Prescription
And I looked, and there was this ugly brown girl asking for some less brownness, perhaps.
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but i love you
I dread going to school every single day.
I hate it,
I hate being trapped there.
But I love being greeted by my best friend
who could make hell
feel as freezing as
these February Maryland mornings.
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Ghostly Dreams of a First Love
Sometimes I dream of never meeting you. I dream of the dates I would’ve never experienced, the love thrown in the void.
Would I even know what love is without you? Would I still believe in fate, or true love?
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Evenings
Do you remember those September evenings we spent together in the playground?
The shiny rock we put in our pockets and the ugly little rocks that got lodged in our heels.