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two weeks ago we were stuck in the plains 

somewhere in the midwest with no service. you pulled out 

some 1999 AAA member's map and said 

"crack it open," and i still loved you, even then. words flowed

I wrote this poem about a month ago, and I recited it at Fifth Grade Night on Wednesday, June 12, and just this morning at my graduation.

The little moments 

Are the best kind of moments 

Walking through the soccer field 

Finishing off my ice cream sandwich 

The wind in my face. 

It’s the little moments 

Isn't it funny 

how you can write 

your life's story 

with a realization 

that changed your world 

and have no one 

ever read it? 

Isn't it funny 

I remember

Almost two years ago now

I remember it quite clearly

By the vent where cool air was blowing

Thinking I’ll never see this place again.

I look at the classroom around me.

5th grade.

i was the sky when you found me.

open, empty,

needing.

i was left alone,

like the mysterious socks who never make it back

from the washing machine