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Poem

Relic: Fruit of the Tomb

He was relic’d underwear—
Riddled with holes,
Stretched out of shape,
Stains of unknown origin
In colors of indeterminate shades—
Once cradling quite modest fruits

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June 30th

We’ve come to the end of June,
And I realized my vacation is ending.
July will fly by,
And August will begin
another school year.
Time is elusive and
Each day is a miracle.

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Poem

Eureka

That first class was 
scary, hot, and challenging.
But something clicked,
and it didn’t matter
that I:

      lacked a cool outfit
     was overweight
     struggled with balance

I belonged,
on my mat
in that community
which radiated

compassion, creativity, and acceptance

So I’ve stayed,
opening my third eye
stretching ligaments, tendons, muscles
expanding my awareness of the universe
exploring options,

wending my way home.

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The Prophet Of June, On To Conquer July

June is my month to grieve-

It wasn’t supposed to be a prophecy

 

That boy was not supposed to die

And it wasn’t supposed to hurt this much

 

My aunt was not supposed to be the drunk

Running out of a burning house

My uncle was not supposed to be the arsonist

 

Our friendship was supposed to blossom and flourish

Not be cut at the bud, tossed and forgotten

We were set to conquer the world

Not be caught up in it

 

It was supposed to be like two years ago

When a teenage boy was still alive, and marriages were still intact, and we-

We were the ultimate duo.

 

June has left me lonely

It wasn’t supposed to be a prophecy

 

Quotes: “Dumb Truths: by Dumb Girl: vi” “existing as a day: ii”

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Poem

Red Dread

sun my nemesis
sunblock heavy enemy
of my enemy

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Poem

Painful moment

Turkey vultures picked at his lifeless body
on the road before me
i looked away.
He was a baby raccoon hit by a car left 
to die all alone.
Another one of life’s painful moments
i couldn’t bear to watch.

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Poem

Key Lime Pie

I had never made a pie,
but this was the one
you always ordered.

I found a recipe,
and either walked or
biked to the store-

I only recall 
hoping regular limes 
would do the trick.

It did not quite
hang together, 
and the color was off,

but oh that crust –
butter, graham crackers!
Prettily filling the Pyrex.

You drank too much
on your birthday
to give it a taste,

and the next night,
I was saving it for you
to try, to see I tried, but

he cut a jagged slice,
proclaimed it sour,
and tossed the whole thing.

I never knew
if you even recalled
that I made it.

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Poem

Something Borrowed

Our clock has begun
to show its age.

Seconds slip
between its fingers,

shine with memory,
shatter softly.

I do not know
if the minutes lost

have withered
to nothing

or if they, like us,
live on.

 

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Poem

infinity

i promised i would write about you 
but i can’t

for i fear that whatever i wrote 
would never graze all that you truly are, 
offer, and posses. 

what all you mean to me. 

so i won’t 
for it would put you to shame

so please forgive me
for i fear this is the best that i can do. 

i promise i shall never break another promise, 
or at least try not to. 

 

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Poem

Trust Fall

There are times…

To be had

Fit to be tied

Hard times,

Sometimes,

And

In between

Times.

When I want to run

Hide away

I can’t.

Couldn’t.

Even if I tried.

The way

the syllables

Of my name

Wrap around

your tongue

Drawing me in.

Always.