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trick or treat, we're the bugs!
it is november now which is unbelievable
because last night we got blisters on our feet running
house to house in too-small rainboots, our wings
flapping lopsidedly behind us. it rained on and off
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rain :: hope
it is Halloween morning
and pouring rain.
wake up & look out the window -
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dear jane
you were always a constant to me.
there was a book in the back of our classroom
tucked between crates of other, more important tomes
it had a picture of you on the cover and i read it almost every day
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The West Wind
The West Wind is a banker in a smart navy suit and a tie. His dress shoes clack on the pavement; he’s got someplace to be, always someplace to be, rushing to the sidewalk, the subway, the elevator, checking his gold Rolex watch.
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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 /
Loves
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Chapter 19: Change
I have this "thing" about finishing chapters that sort of changes the experience of reading for me. I don't like to quit in the middle, or after the first page, even if it's a book I hate. I have to finish it.
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Fire
Fire is like a person. You can change how it looks but it's still the same.
You can color your hair, pierce your ears or change your clothes, but you're still the same person.
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It feels as though so much has changed and yet
The tides still ebb
The sun still rises
The trees still grow
My curls are longer now.
We have a new president new governorsDifferent colors speckling made up maps
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Life goes on
it was bound to happen eventually
the death of a best friend
but now
now is a bad time
on hannukkah
what kind of a miracle is that?
now im miserable
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I still
So Sunday was the first night of Hanukkah
And there are still cops
Outside the synagogue
And there are still people who look at us
With murder in their eyes
And there are still shootings
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Freedom
when i was thirteen i held a wrapper in my hand
covered in red white and blue lettering
a tribute to the land you once loved dearly