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i saw you in passing
the stain i should wash it the oatmeal sweater with the splotch on the sleeve i wonder, what did you eat? carrot juice, tomato soup? if i wash it than this testament that you were here, that you wore this sweater before i did, is gone and i don’t want to be the one to wash…
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anticipatory grief
it’s just dust what do i do when you suck the grief from the room i’ll be strong but you’re wrong it’s not just you who’s misunderstood as if you could know what it’s like to lose a father they don’t either i don’t know what to say me neither, but you asked me how…
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summer so far
anticipation i wanted to grow up now i wish i could grow down i’m acting like a little kid dancing like a clown there’s simplicity in summer and i can’t wait to taste it time flies no matter what is it ever really wasted? rye beach i came here every summer as a kid it’s…
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one day at a time
I have a red sharpie next to my calendar Every day I mark a big red X “Today’s the day” like in the movies Another big red X Counting down to nothing To something unbeknownst to me X marks the spot for everyday that I make it to the next There’s no circle waiting on…
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when you need the sun the most
The sun was low in the Saturday sky We set off on a walk around the block Hunting its glow cast on the sidewalk, Yearning for its warmth After a few blocks of cold, our noses red We resigned, Giving up on the sun But in the alley, just before our street There it was…
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you have no idea
cold frost on my window thinking of you i wonder what it’s like to be so icy i’m ooey gooey i’ll melt for you if you ask me but i’m numb from your cold fiona was right hunger hurts i’m starving for a life that isn’t mine i resent you all of you and for…
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weeds
My garden is overgrown A green chaos Stealing nutrients from the plants I’m nurturing Time to weed the weeds Shallow roots give way to my bare hands Others have grown deep, prickle at my touch Should I leave them? Let sleeping dogs lie? My splintered trowel forces its way into the earth I won’t let…
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on moving , moving on
A continuation of the big changes in my best friend’s life that affect me… One month ago, Elli moved to Atlanta to join her now husband and one of my closest friends, Isaac, in their new apartment. This past weekend, I flew down to help her get settled in. This was the first trip I’ve…
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poems
This week has been a bit overwhelming. There’s so much I want to write, but I struggled to find the energy. So I decided to post a collection of some poems I wrote this week. skincare is exhausting Morning Splash with water Don’t wash twice Nourish with oil Lather the sunscreen Examine the red spots,…
diary of a 20 something 