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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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On Learning To Ignore Fetal Pigs On TV
Claim your rocking chairs and
Your solipsistic sunsets,
But close your eyes and listen.
The cicadas have silenced, and listen!
Is it quiet? -
A Masterpiece in Binary
I think there is a glitch in my processing unit;
when the letter 'A' enters the system,
it doesn't just register as a character—
it spills out as a deep magenta that dyes the rest of the word.
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Writing my first fight scene!
I hissed as the pressure around my ribs tightened.
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Glitter Rain
Sometimes it feels like
there is a giant boulder
hanging above my head
which I constantly have to chip away at
to prevent it from crushing me
but, what if I rest too long
or can't chip fast enough
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Smile
The last thing that brought a smile to my lips was a school hallway interaction. A girl who I'd never seen passed me, and gave me the biggest smile. It quite literally felt like sunlight seeping to my core.
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Ours
There are vintage looking posters in the windows
And they’re probably not old
But I’d almost believe you
If you said they were.
They’re next to organic candles