smoke

Children born in smoke
let it curdle in their cradles
they fill their cheeks with
cold hunks of coal 
and let the embers 
warm their toes
children born in smoke
can breath much
easier
when the burning ends
since they learned to
live in the chimney 
stack before
they could count
children born in smoke
know how to light a fire
 
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AvaClaire

VT

19 years old

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  • Poetry

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    Poetry dump

    Every time I jump the world spins once

    And I land in the same spot

    My dog looks like a gremlin when he’s sleeping

    It’s midnight and I wonder if my salt lamp is really salt

    Ick yep it is

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  • Poetry

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    Chat GPT Poem

    This poem is not Chat GPT
    I promise to convince you that
    and I will attempt to convey
    the human
    sitting and picking the words
    from cobweb corners where
    computers can't find them.
    there is a beating heart here

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    why playlists are tsunamis

    five songs
    last me a month
    a single playlist
    i listen to 
    over and over and over 
    chewing it like a piece of gum
    until it has gone 
    dull and flavorless
    and I spit it out
    but
    when i rediscover 

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