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the river in the woods
is more of a creek,
covered in yellow leaves and rotting branches
that staunch the flow like a bandage over blood.
The river in the woods
probably used to rush
like its brothers farther north, shrieking
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chosen goodbyes
/ i am running / and for once / i am not
dragging you with me / i am glad / and clearly /
you are not to blame /
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rocket launch
5
warm droplets of sweat
collect
on the back of my neck
drip
am i ready
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heart threatening
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we did okay.
i found a binder full of photos from my preschool years,
lined paper covered in neat cursive
signed by my teachers, women who i remember the names of
and not much else. their voices were warm and the house
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sukkot
and there is room at our table, oh so much room we are simply
bursting with food, we are overflowing,
uniformity is not a problem in our sukkah. we can
Loves
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Winter's Lanterns
Winter caught my Christmas lights
and froze them into icicles—
now even the cold knows how to shine.
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The Samurai
Japan, 1863. Across the globe, the civil war rages.
I made the long walk
Across the plains,
through the village path
under the stars.
At long last, I came to the monastery
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Moon Like a Clock, Dreams Like a Story
Elouise could hardly breath in the corset she was being strapped into.
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The shape of yesterday
I used to race my shadow down the sidewalk,
thinking if I ran fast enough
I could outrun time.
Now I walk slower,
because somewhere along the way
time learned my name.
I still sit in the same car seat,
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The Big Bang
It all started with the big bang — the mighty "thwack"-ing noise that connected my body to the prickly embrace of the wood chips below. My descent from the jungle gym was far from graceful, solo mission "rescue Mr.
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The hero by my window
When I was little,
the window was a battlefield of light,
streetlights turned into stars,
and the world moved fast enough
for a hero to keep up with me.
He ran beside the car,