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i haven't written poetry since i was seven
when my mom told me that nothing i wrote
that my words were clunky, like puzzle pieces that
didn't (more)
She had always hated politics. Now, while she was watching the evening news, she was reminded why. Everything was biased, but then again how could it not be? The topics discussed were always so bellicose, yet at the same time too opprobrium. The people on the screen--both sides--were clearly(more)
The raw smell of an avocado and how it resembles breathing into another mouth except more green and squishy
the sand seeps between my toes,
and as it tickles my skin, my nerves, me
i wonder what the sand might look like
if it rose above my knees, my hips, my chest, my head.
i wonder what the sand might look like (more)