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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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Coffee Runs
When I was a kid, I had a near perfect childhood. I had friends on the same street as me, and we rode our bikes around the neighborhood playing cops and robbers.
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This Midnight Feels Different
This feels like the countdown to doomsday.
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...Proposing all branches be put under presidential control...
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Teenagers
We lie in bed with our arms around ourselves,
cradling the mangled bodies of children
who had the stars squeezed out of their eyes so that, still shining, they fell
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pink
the day he was new was the day i made a new friend.
he was my height, my age, and had pretty eyes. he was nice and sat next to me. his name was Pierce. like his piercing eyes, or piercing smile.
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And the Message Said
I got a very old text message today.
I remember when it was sent many yesterdays past.
It dropped down from the top of my screen in a little box,
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Thermometers and Laughter and Showing Up
The days I wake up
and fall asleep
and move through the world
tired and clumsy,
it is hard to know the truths
of what I am grateful for.
Those days,
I am grateful not for winter,