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He’s Right Behind You
We’d go out around one. Climbing through bedroom windows, we’d try to land softly on bushes and backyard lawns. Some of us went barefoot. Some hid a spare pair of sneakers under porches or tucked under tarps used for covering patio furniture. Some of us just liked being barefoot. It made us feel as though…
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Poetry For the Epilogue
Bertram Fitzgerald never found out I wrote him poetry. Across the street, Bertram would work at his typewriter. He would churn out articles all about the impending war. I pictured steam coming off the keys. Puffs of smoke wafting from the “W” and the “A” and the “R” and all the other letters that make…
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They can see me again
it was a toxic March and April flew awayas if it flakedit fell on a wobbling graceI’m not sure what to say about itI can’t really tell but I’d like to know soonit’s greener now why do I rush to go home and why are my priorities so inclinedwhy don’t birds fly away when I…
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I Got Caught Thinking It Was Real Again
I got caught thinking it was real againI got swept in by the wavedazzled by the lights on those far away signsfrozen by a sort of shaky time thatsorely departs I got caught thinking it was real againI was dreaming of the sunI was feeling sorry for myselfit was dirty and wetthis place is cold…
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The Enemy Of Glass
yesthe problem child is an enemy of glassunless it was yours toowouldn’t the chains on the bullbe a bane to your cool and crisp new lifeif only you were chained too?I think it’s strange how we changethe ways we think in terms ofnight and daygo or stayand remain our eyes upon the hiltof a swords…
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yes
the problem child is an enemy of glassall of the breaks and chips and scrapes and cracksthat covered all of our muddydusty and winding tracksbut laid me down to sleepin our search to be so finewhere I walk the plankand you toe the lineto be like me on my killing spreehunting hearts like minewe bleed…
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I Don’t Trust Gin
I don’t trust ginit really winds me upit grinds my gearsand never fails to half-empty my cupI don’t like halves or quarters neither still I don’t like when my glass is even one tenth under-filledI don’t trust people who sugar coat their timewith pointless observations and arbitrary whinesI don’t trust wine and I’d argue it’s…
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Happiness Hurts
Previously published in The Graveyard Zine They say happiness feels like the warmth of daylight seeping in through your skin. Embracing your bones, and turning your heart into a mushy puddle of delight. They say happiness is yellow. Bubbly and bright. They say happiness smells like cookies and cupcakes, and a plethora of flowers blooming…
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Our Unheard Screams
Previously published by Inside Voice Zine. Do you know that plants can be in pain too? Do you know that they scream and send out distress signals? Do you know that they too, like us, can feel? It was true. But I wasn’t talking only about plants. I was also talking about you, and me.…
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Too Much to Ask.
Previously published by The Alcott Youth Magazine. I can fix him, they say. I can fix her, they say. Why is it that people always try to fix other people? Do they look like a broken item to you instead of a living human being? I love them, they say. I can change them, they…