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it only took five years to get my black belt...
five years spent practicing, learning, building community around myself, so beautiful
here on the mats, ponytail swinging, laughter,
saturdays from nine to ten-thirty, then eight to ten-thirty,
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january
it's cold
the mornings freeze our words to our lips as we pore
over homework, plastic boxes of brightly dyed sugar cereal
waiting for february. it's gray
we haven't gone out for recess in forever, summer sun
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love poem #1
all the things i do not know about love –
the proper ways to hold someone through the storm, what to say
when a snake has shed its rippling skin and silence with it,
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Persephone
Poem #1 in my Greek Gods poem series. More to come soon! :D
- persephone
she crushed flowers beneath her feet as she walked
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Loves
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the waiting place is a tea store on sunday
中午 At 12:00 pm you walk into the tea store that lies just above the edges of your consciousness, embalm your tongue with the scent of green tea and honey.
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Sentimentality
Sentimentality
all the time
wishing to be younger
to be somewhere else.
I wish that I was in fourth grade again
and everyone was friends
and everyone was happy and content
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Dreamers
and they're all breathless
telling me of the doctors who defied odds and
the athletes who destroyed records and
the CEOs and chefs and
and what if,
yes I think they're cool and
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Summer
The cool air on my face.
The sun blazing overhead.
Running through the neighborhood with friends.
With no fears of school bothering your mind.
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Crossroads
what do I do when the leaves are dead?
what do I do with this road ahead?
i'll walk the stretch, and clear the way,
but my feet won't move today.
what do I do when these trees are surreal?
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routine details
the bus driver glared at me
like i was a sin to society;
he called me a fag—under his breath,
and i got in my seat like nothing happened.