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How
How to be?
How to take that first most subtle glimpse behind what has been,
How to do it again or for the first time,
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An Ode to Double G
The string of memories burns my hand,
My 12-year-old self can barely understand.
The balloon is purple, her favorite color,
She is my great-grandmother.
The air in the balloon is filled with every memory I remember,
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Old Clothes
Old clothes that don’t fit anymore –
they seem like they are calling your name,
to hold on to them, forever and more,
to be loved, to be used, to stay.
But eventually, you must let go.
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Dear Future Self
remember the first time you stood on a stage
a vivid spotlight flickering down on you,
as you opened your mouth and started to sing?
remember the first time you stepped into dance class
lacing on your pink ballet shoes,
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She Saves Sea Shells
It is afternoon, and she is slick
with sea residue and summer heat,
draped in a sheer pearly sun gown.
Minding the sand upon the shore,
crystal waters bring her a shell, -