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If I Were Dreaming
If I were dreaming,
would the cold and snow still bite my face
in the winter
when I went skiing?
If I were dreaming,
would the heat of June-July-August-now-October-too(?)
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Tell You
To tell you
what fall is
if you didn't know
would be the task of a poet,
and even my best words
wouldn't tell you,
really.
I could tell you what it's like
to look up at the hills
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Bright Spots
Bright spots:
The kid who gave me twizzlers
an hour after we really met
just because I'm a sorta-friend of a sorta-friend.
The video on my phone
you don't know I took
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When I'd Go
They all say they'd visit dinosaurs
go back and dig for gold
meet their great-great-great grandparents
be around when electricity was discovered.
When the question is asked
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Loves
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Him
He doesn’t look at me
Like I look at him
I know exactly what he does at recess
Where he eats lunch
His middle name
I know what books he likes
What video games
I’ve slept in the same room with him -
Folding in on Itself
I knew it was bad
when you didn’t even have to say it,
when I saw it in your eyes,
when I knew it in the way you folded your arms
and turned away when I spoke. -
Two Homes, No Sanctuary
Two doors, both locked, neither mine.
Two names, one I gave up.
Two voices, both demanding I choose.
A home is a shelter. A home is a question. -
Slipping Through My Fingers
There’s this song,
Slipping Through My Fingers.
By ABBA. From Mamma Mia!
That's how I see it.
Our rights.
“I try to capture every minute.”
