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Autumnal
the world is colder than before
north winds exhaling dragon breath across the valley and
my doorstep where i wait for the bus (bumblebee against concrete),
rubbing my hands together and
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smartphone.
tiny rectangular black hole
sucking us all in
faster
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for my best friends
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our friendship needs no labels; the kind of thing where
we ride back from a college basketball game together
on a bus too bright for March and,
voice raspy from shouting,
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shapes
circle: the roundedness of a
marshmallow spent too long in your pocket,
meant for my mouth; the almost-perfect
eternity
of your fingernail as you traced my collarbone
remarking how winglike our shoulders were;
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book of poetry (breakup)
the title page has a heart drawn upon its yellowish hue,
C+M on an arrow, almost but not quite covering
TEN POEMS: VOLUME ONE and I turn the page quick,
eager to see this play out,
Loves
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Watching
I am up
with the sun,
an ancient plate
in danger of breaking
holds pancakes
and fruit.
I wait
I watch.
The earliest wakers
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I Miss a Place That Doesn't Exist
For a long time
I'd have vivid dreams,
bursts of REM that gave me the illusive bliss
of being wherever
and the closest return
to the mind of a child
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Empty Nests
Tell me we'll be ten forever
and I'll ride my scooter to your house
every day, and never learn
not to trip over the crack on your driveway.
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A Slice of Summer
The first bite of watermelon
brings back the crash of the tides
waves of sweet, cold sea foam
spraying onto gleaming skin
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migration
i, like many poets, have wondered a million times what it would be like to be a bird: soaring high above the trees, unburdened by life's banal worries. something primal and free.
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Men in Suits
Norman walked briskly through the terminal, gripping his briefcase with white knuckles. The importance of oneself, Norman thought, was defined by the limitations of one’s vision of themselves.