Put the Finger Gun Away
you point your finger gun at your head
with a laugh
because you think it’s funny…
i could have called you but i wrote this instead
good gracious // to be twenty-one //
and constantly falling apart // but
mostly on coffee shops // grief stains
everything // my eyes touch…
Finding your space as a sophomore in college
In the words of Taylor Swift, “the scary thing is, you’re on your own now. But the cool thing is, you’re on your own now!”
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Technicolor Anaphora
An assortment of glittery rainbow pens spills out of my
Pencil pouch, each emblazoned with emblems that
Signal the spectrum of the stories they write…
People Pleaser
You pick the pins off the floor for them to walk on it smoothly and unharmed but your hands are bleeding…
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surfing
it’s a complicated thing. a sensation that bubbles over in the chest and makes everything light— air…
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Grief
When you died, I lost a piece of myself. I remember feeling like I had died that day too…
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I haven’t been myself for half a year
January was a wound I dressed by dressing up, as if I could summon spring by spilling watercolors against the sketchpad and calling that art…
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My Love Letter
thank you.
for loving me
at my lowest—
my strongest
thank you…