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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
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before your work goes on
(i mean)
the work goes on
(in shouted songs & permanent marker protest signs
in places i'm not sure if i can still call home)
the cause endures
(in all the children born to these times and
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those poets and their sunrises
(ywp is like the sunrise)
washed in watercolor above the sleeping world
enchantingly illuminatory
& strawberry melting into orange creamsicle. if you pay
close attention, it never really ends
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favorite foods challenge
2025-2026 challenge submission!
Favorite foods! What is it, and/or: how do you make it, where did you first taste it (if you can remember lol), and who/what/where does it remind you of?
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summery/autumnal
summer's like / skips on a record player, pink and beat up by two moving vans and two generations of children who danced to the Bee Gees on / rugs that aren't there anymore / i have successfully wasted three mon
Loves
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A brief, incomplete overview of being a girl
- Being a girl is being afraid to like the color pink, because you don’t want people to think you’re a girly-girl. You're not.
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just like clockwork
the hands tick, signaling the passage of time
sunlight reflects off bronze,
the copper mechanisms illuminated
the Timekeeper works,
ensuring everyone hears a
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Let's Get Vulnerable About A Boy (again) ((it sucks this time))
I want you to be happy. First and foremost, I truly do. I also want you to hurt. I'm not sure if you will ever escape yourself, but if or when you do, I hope it is healing to you.
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She With the Eyes of Fading Stars
Tears slipped quietly
Down her face, hair
Messily tied back into
The lowest of low ponytails, and
Perfectly manicured nails just begun
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Skate Parks
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There was this game about a skate park. I think there was also one about a BMX course, but the one that I haunt is the skate park.
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A Girl, 9:43 p.m.
She has just showered, and her hair hangs limp down her back, washed of the shampoo she waited five minutes, forehead against the cool tile wall, to rinse off. The sky is ink and charcoal, but then, it has been for hours.