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cats
i think cats read poetry. you can tell
in the way their tails swish and how they fold their legs
all the time, probably wondering how silvery the pinecones
will look tomorrow,
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the poem in my notes app that made my best friend cry
she wasn't my first best friend but she was my first best friend. she's the most important cog in my machine, the girl i'd do anything for. i want to be her bestie forever forever.
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Jokesgiving
my family has claimed thanksgiving.
it's our holiday, you know,
the one we do the best,
and so it must be ours. we're joking,
mostly, but it's true we do thanksgiving very well
probably overdo but it's better
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golden sky at 7:05
the world is orange
and i mean orange
like a sepia photo in which your grandparents
stand stiff & silent,
unsmiling, their clothes starched
for the occasion,
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ode for the girls in seventh grade
you’re perfect.
all of you.
and i don’t need to say more
but i will
because i want to write about every one of you
Loves
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In the Desert
The new year came in,
with bursts of light across the city scape,
like a flock of birds rising
from the ashes of Phoenix's horizon.
We, and the cacti, watch the fireworks
and cheer,
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One Seven
One
the list, the ambitions typed into neatly folded laundry and messy buns.
Seven
a.m. the time the covers mute the morning-nothing is concrete.
One
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take the president and run
capture the old
to become the new.
kidnap the worse
to become the better?
better at running a country
that isn't even ours,
better at taking credit for
work that isn't his,
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Drizzle
A recluse and a homebody, little entices me to step outside like I do when water falls from the sky. The smell of fresh grass and wet pavement is magic to the senses. But the experience of being surrounded by it all is another.
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Obscured By Clouds
From time to time random memories of my childhood resurface. Memories from when my mind was simple. From when I didn't bother to understand myself because I was too busy dusting up a pair of Nikes.
