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The City
The city has always held me in its arms.
Softly, like a mother does to a child.
At the edge of daylight,
I gaze out over a balcony
and call each structure by name.
My eyes track its movements, -
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Jump
The roof turned into the sky.
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I Lost My Hat
My hat loved the wind dearly.
My hat was infatuated with wind.
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Where Did All the Money Go?
The electricity went first. Then, water.
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In which a woman and world burn
“The emotional toll of wildfires can be profound, leaving scars that linger long after the flames have been extinguished.” — Jennifer Balch
Loves
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Fragments of Heartbreak in Paris
This morning I watched
as someone I love broke their heart.
Over and over,
I watched them wander through the secret streets of Paris,
clumsily holding their heart in their hands. -
Sweater of Me
Songs
of my father’s
belly laughter
flow through the eye
of the needle
and around the loom
with each abdominal contraction.
It reminds me of
home. -
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