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Iced Chai
I have never been good at trying new foods.
I tend to stick to the usual; waffles, dino nuggets, goldfish, and such…
Whenever I try something new it is monumental. -
A Reminder
I keep reminding myself that this journey is not linear.
That the unbroken skin isn’t calling to make it dirty again.
That my presence shouldn’t have to shrink with growing insecurities. -
How Was It?
It was beautiful-
It was rushed like the people of New York
trying to arrive at their final destination.
It was long overdue like all the library books I store
in the corners of my room that collect too much dust. -
My Death Bed
I fear that after I have clocked out my last time
and rest my sunken eyes and watch the colors fade;
that it is not Gabriel greeting me at heavens golden gates;
but the frost that devours my soul and chains my body down -
His Death Bed
If you swore to me as you swore to God
that you would never die; and you would live
until the earth shattered and bestowed seven
millennia of bad luck unto the next civilization; -
Ode to a Woman
It’s hard to identify what makes her different from the rest.
It could be the delightful warmth of her skin
mixed with the vanilla scent that gently stains her raiment.
Built like the clouds painted by Monet;
Loves
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My Childhood Home
My childhood home is filled with plants,
plants that we never water
but are somehow still alive.
Its island is littered with junk mail,
different types of olive oil,
stray flakes of salt,
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Sisters of the Land
In most stories, there’s only two sides.
Though, that is not the case here.
Four sisters, rule the land side by side.
The eldest, Winter, rules with a heart of ice.
As her little sister, Spring creates a sea,
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A Forever of Tomorrows
Never forget this moment my child, the moment you began to feel,
The moment you first felt alive.
It was night,
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instructions on growing up
If you wrap your hand around your mother's wrist
your fingers will touch. How
do you come to terms with that? How
do you learn that your father's shoulders
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Winter & Her Long Reign
When the Summer dies,
Fall begins to descend,
onto the beloved land.
With no words, and no ties-
Winter sinks its teeth into the sand.
Leaving nothing to mend.
Deep into the cruel season,
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an apple shared at the end of the world
we watched the world end from the top of skyscrapers
as the stars set the sea aflame
as highways gave way to yawning mouths
as kudzu devoured what was left of our neighborhoods