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in the snow
it was January
you took me to school
we blasted Hozier and I begged you
to stop at the gas stationwe bought two cups of coffee
(mine was mostly milk)
and an apple turnover to share -
Written Meals
I do not know how to bake
something from scratch,
like my mother’s cookies.
With her instinctual precision
and her habitual familial ease.
I did not inherit this side of her. -
On Being Vane
Somewhere between a flower and a coffin
lies the colorless sunrise outside your windows.
I am devoted and still breathing like the Elin.
You are innocent and still sleeping like the Pothos. -
The Blizzard
I hardly knew her at all, wasn’t expected to. She was just a kid at the High like anyone else, who had no car. She was sitting stubbornly on a bench, determined to get a ride.
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Past and Future
The world is full of problems. It made the man wonder why he bothered to get up in the morning. The sun was shining — but it was too bright. And was it possible for that baby across the street to wail any louder?