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identity crisis

By : May 15, 2021 Comments Off
permanent identity crisis choose your own adventure book  but i can’t pass for white but i can’t pass for black  sophie’s choice i’ve never seen sophie’s choice but i can never decide between macaroni & cheese and a cheeseburger so i think i get the picture  pictures like that bowling ball that rolled into the sewer when you were five  pictures like snowflakes that never land on your tongue and melt before they hit the ground  pictures like that girl at the bar you were too scared to talk to pictures like your blanket slipping off your legs at night and falling to the floor  i’ve talked about translucency  but not transparency like cling wrap windshields broken glass the windows of the hospital room  i can see you from the
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a bubble of silence

By : April 30, 2021 Comments Off
a bubble of silence sometimes being alone makes sense, i’m alone with my thoughts and my feelings and my discomfort. nothing really make sense these days, the world is in shambles and i’m lost in my own mind; but sometimes when i’m alone it makes sense. it makes sense that i’m tired, well exhausted really. i understand that there’s a toll on my body and my mind from what i’m feeling inside, i get that. it’s fine.  sometimes I just need a moment to breathe and understand that this will pass because in the moment it doesn’t feel like it,  in the moment it feels like i’m ripping my insides out of my body,  it feels like my heart is on fire and i’m doing nothing.  so when it makes
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Wandering Soul

By : April 24, 2021 Comments Off
I have a wandering soul. Or merely a single breath of soul that comes and goes. Winds whisk it away like a wish flower’s whispers. She taught me love is not solitary or safe, that we are all in danger all the time anyway so why not dive in headfirst. We said our souls were tangled like loose threads, and I almost started to believe. Years later I say “Whisk me away again” to the open blinds dripping with blurred night sky. So the universe let me walk beside men who taught me not to keep my fingers crossed so tight, and people caught between threads and sheets and wishes just like me. And I found myself again. And again. Even when I didn’t think I was lost at all—there
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Sunset Secret

By : March 10, 2021 Comments Off
My sun sets inside, tangerine clouds smile with white teeth. The sun, pink  tongue at its peak. Orange galaxy reflected on the creek. Don’t ask me to take down a piece. The word love  is not a good enough  camera. Someone asks if I love them, the person waiting for me by the waves. But this kind of feeling can’t be named.
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Loves Me Not

By : March 9, 2021 Comments Off
“I like your hair.” You say to me. I shave my head that night when I go home and sweep the scraps into a plastic sandwich bag. I press it into your palm the next time you see me. (You love me) “I like your smile.” You tell me. I start with the baby tooth that didn’t have an adult tooth underneath it to grow up and push it away. I slide it across the table to you. By the time I get to my wisdom teeth, you’ve arranged my smile on the table. The barista calls your name for your coffee. “I’ll get it,” I say. The only sounds that make it out past my lips are the vowels. (You love me not) “I like your taste.”  There’s already
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Tightrope

By : February 7, 2021 Comments Off
She loved me because I walked a tightrope. Always quaking on tipping tiptoes, ignoring the crowd below until she climbed up. I said get me down from here. Silver scissors sparkled. Her face was the last thing I saw as I  plummeted Down.
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