Posts
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A Waking Moth in Winter (or The Basement Light)
Last night, I left the basement light on.
The stairs creaked and my paper-thin pajamas
rustled as the sickly little bulb pulled me close.
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The hangout
That house, worn down by sun and salt rain, was doomed. In a few years,
it would be a hollow replacement, gone from our stale grown-up brains.
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Frantic Class
Tik Tik Tik Tik:
never stopping angry quiet
Tok Tok Tok Tok:
ink on paper nonsense words
Tik Tik Tik Tik:
lips are moving saying nothing
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Teenagers
We lie in bed with our arms around ourselves,
cradling the mangled bodies of children
who had the stars squeezed out of their eyes so that, still shining, they fell
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How to Breathe Underwater
Take one look around before you put your head under and take a sip of the chlorine.
Feel how bad it hurts in your chest and throat and brain,
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Impression, Classroom.
Shoes worn by angry feet scuff up mirror floors,
and white paper faces with blue lines
look down to see nothing reflected back
but searing lights and
Loves
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Wet Thread
You assembled me with great care and patience like a ship in a bottle. You made me a fine coat with matching pants with pockets like yours. The only difference was that I was not in mine.
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Teenage delirium (the dictionary)
B
Blades (noun pl.)
/blād/
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Shattering
Will we ever stop
Forming gaps for young children to fall through,
Teetering on the edge– –swinging their legs.
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Pluto
She wished that space would talk to her,
And whispered to the moon,
About the days that haunted her,
And those that would come soon.
She wanted to apologize,
For wishing on the stars,
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How to drown
I learned to swim
When I was young
I learned
Freestyle
Breastroke
And butterfly
Now here I am
Years later
And all I know
Is how to sink
How to drown
How to go deeper
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Where I’m From
I am from coffee beans,
from bitter brews and cracked porcelain mugs.
I am from the steamed soy eggs,
the scent that clings to mornings
like an old, Chinese dwelling.