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Wrapped in Foil
Thanksgiving is not complete without tinfoil.
No. I'm dead serious.
When the day of giving thanks rolls around my family celebrates with food,
Lots, and lots of food. -
I vow to start my homework
I'm gonna start my homework, I promise it is true.
No more fun distractions, no more TV shows and food.
I'm gonna start it – watch me. I testify today.
The homework will be finished, there's no more time for play. -
Sanded Tears
Sanded tears on breathless shells
hiding from the oceans swells
quikly put it in your pocket
its voice is better than a locket
jaded crystals, smoothened glass
hiding on the turles path
salted tears have weped and dried -
Collapsible
A bed. A pillow, carpet: gold.
A lamp a dog, a chair that folds
Four times bigger than a pool,
seethrough roof and temp is cool.
Highest windows, stairs to roof.
Seating chairs and pumpkin loafs
mango tree and waterfall -
Wishing seeds
Wait so you can see the glow
Of faces lit up with new hope
With smiles wider than the breeze
With strength that's stronger than the trees.
Wait so you can see the heart
that grows together not apart
And all the wishes in the air -
Relief
I was on a Zoom call when it happened.
Naturally – a Zoom call
because Zoom has embodied the essence of 2020.
There were 26 of us. Cameras on,
listening to the lecture.
Or not – I don't know. I wasn't.
Loves
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The Orchestra of Fall
Autumn leaves flutter around my head,
The color popping in the chilly,
Swirling air.
The veins stretch out,
Delicate within the leaves.
They connect,
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autumn's embrace
as fall starts rolling in
and summer slows to a stop
i like to imagine many things,
everything, nonstop
i imagine the sweet, sweet song of hooting owls after dark
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Things to remember, pt. 1
You are not a number.
You are not a letter.
You are not something that can be
measured
on a scale
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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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Thoughts after the fair
I’ve never enjoyed the feeling of being sick to your stomach on a fair ride. Maybe I just don’t have the iron-willed intestines that all of my friends seem to have, because I get sick from going on the teacups at a normal speed.
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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