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we will not be silenced
because we cannot do this again.
we are tired of giving our lives up
so you can play at governance.
we are tired of pretending that war is a toy
you can wind up and watch. 28.5 million lives
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dreaming of another year
some people stay up to ring in the new year,
watch it burst like a glittery balloon
over the midnight horizon, count down the seconds
til it starts over again. they dress up,
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"Godlight" by Noah Kahan
and all his other songs, album covers mostly variations of a homesick grayish-green. Acoustic guitar thrumming through the speakers in steady 4/4 time.
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thresholds
take me out.
knock me over the head with a baseball bat and drag my unconscious form
beneath the shadowed wall. into a wardrobe. a hobbit hole.
wherever you can think to put me, do so. i want out.
i want to make my mark
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what a week this year has been
I go through weeks like I do sheets of paper, or hair ties, or poems.
I use them all up but I can't remember what I wrote.
Years are like that too. Someone asks what I did last Monday
Loves
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mid-afternoon thoughts
periwinkle-blue light through my shuttered windows
my heart is racing but my mind is blank with things I don't know how to express
that k-drama I just watched stirred something in me
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What next
Next week is the dance
and you cut her off
Next month is my birthday
and you tore her heart from her chest with your own two hands
Next year is high school
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jar of joy
there's a jar on my nightstand;
it used to be my grandmother's
but i recycled her memory
into a pandora's box full of happiness.
the slips of paper are periwinkle
with dark purple penned messily,
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strangers.
it feels weird
walking past you like strangers
knowing i still remember
everything about you
from your favorite color
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moonstruck
this night
the light is a milky, silvery blue
cascading down from the sky
in rays that look like liquid silk
dripping off tree branches
and coating the world in a cool, heavenly glow
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Lumineers on Vinyl
I need pretty things;
I need the Lumineers singing
about flowers on vinyl, and
I need stained glass bubbles twinkling
in the window, and
to see my poetry scrawled in