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sleepaway #1
it rained the night of our arrival -
big, whooshing gasps of whitewashed rain & thunder that
shook heavy against the darkening skies. dinner went long.
we only sang louder, deafening echoes beneath the storm as
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one half of a best friends necklace
i haven't seen my best friend in six days and i've already watched all our old videos with the bad lighting & worse camera angles, clicked through the pictures of us together and got all sentimental like i have a pretty awesome life after
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249th
blow out your candles.
make a wish.
hold up a protest sign.
tonight the fireworks spell R E S I S T.
your hair's in pigtails braided red blue and white.
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fourth of july and i have to remind myself that
they're scared.
that's it.
they: shout misspelled arguments in all caps send soldiers to peaceful
protests yell into microphones turned all the way up shut down dissent
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prescription (go sailing)
sometimes i think just one sunny day would cure me of everything.
other days i think pills and tonics and treatments are lies that i continue to swallow.
most days i just daydream about last summer when our tiny sunfish
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somewhere in new zealand with a bowl of pasta
for a friend
i picture you some days – a utensil in one hand and your cheek
in the other, gazing somewhere in the distance as your
Loves
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a letter from ninestars to my friends
I come here to
express myself
semi-anonymously,
but freely
and happily.
My laptop is
bombarded with
tabs, one of which
is YWP.
Always.
I may not
write a poem
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Droplets of letters of justice
You matter.
Not in a pastel poster sort of way. Not in a science teacher’s dad-joke shirt sort of way.
In a rain drop sort of way.
The rain drops don’t need to be thereNot all of them
For it to be raining.
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anti-fascist frogs
let me tell you what i saw today
when i was downtown with 200k others
in the heart of the city of the nation,
a swamp raised to stand above the world. with
flags &
signs &
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US in the USA
America is not make up of one flag
and should never resort to a statement otherwise.
I saw
many flags
that represent you and me
and US because
we are made up of
gay,
queer,
trans,
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Waiting in the Hall of Memories
Every Halloween, one house on your street stays dark; no lights, no candy, no decorations. The neighborhood kids whisper about it, daring each other to knock, but no one ever does.
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Routine
Create
writing
medium or genre
poetry
body
this is my routine;
come home from school
open to this the first chance I get
write.
Write
write
write