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yom kippur
the world was gray and cold when i rolled out of bed,
the first frost of the season just barely
kissing the ground. i tied the morning
into shoelace knots and hugged forgiveness to my chest.
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i can't remember when i last said the pledge of allegiance
i know all the words, of course. who doesn't? we are practically
brainwashed into our knowing, having to stand and face the flag
(when did you learn that it was hand over heart &
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letter to anyone who thinks they're not enough
you are.
and: you don't have to be.
let yourself exist.
sleep in late.
make your favorite foods.
hug your shoulders, your knees, not to hide behind but to marvel at.
you are marvelous.
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rosh hashanah
means head of the year,
tippy-top, press restart, new year, wind it up, begin again,
clean slate, fresh sheet of paper. so get out your markers.
we're going to draw ourselves a better world.
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ode to the girl in my homeroom who only speaks french
she came up behind me one day & tapped me on the shoulder
i spun on my heel, unsteady, a dumb american consistently
ashamed of my language
she pointed at my face and drew a heart in the air with her thumbs
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pumpkin patch in september
when the time comes
i am not ready.
as in,
the ground beneath me is still dew-soft with summer
and i am just barely stretching awake
to a morning not yet frosted over. they grab my stem
Loves
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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,
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Entry In My Sister's Journal 10 Years From Now
This is an old piece of writing, and I don't remember writing it.
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The Man
I met the strangest man today. He was dressed in a white lab coat, and he had a face like that falling sensation that jolts you awake when you're trying to fall asleep.
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follow the pink light
How do I know that this will ever be enough? I can’t picture myself settling.