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Little Wasps
Read more: Little Waspsi Two small heads bowed together, dark hair loose and tumbling as they lean over the project at hand- loose petals in the fountain, blushing pinks and noisy red. Their fingers are grimy with ruined plants, dirty juice from the flowers. In circles they scatter shredded roses, waiting for someone to tell them to stop.…
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Lipsmackers
Read more: LipsmackersShe said we’ll go for a walk, but first, we apply glitter to our lids and that sticky gloss tasting of cough medicine Wearing low-slung jeans feels like freedom- we have ambitions, we dance in the school gym to Shakira, and to bands I can’t remember The reasons we eat lunch together, the same reasons…
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Humans Part One
Read more: Humans Part OneToday the clouds hang too low to be real I’d rather watch them than, oh, never mind Somebody rolls their eyes at the thing you fear the most and you feel a little less human for it They say words are survivable but we know better, don’t we? Fists curl to press crescent marks so…
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Mug of Hardship
Read more: Mug of HardshipWe have a relay team of misfortunes Torch passed back and forth, back and forth We’re tired but it fills the silence Exorcise the problem Through word and gesture We could talk through ten, fifteen Assorted mugs of hot drinks There’s just something about Righteous anger That makes the day go faster
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A Possible Late Summer in 1992
Read more: A Possible Late Summer in 1992Bones of cattle were a jigsaw puzzle, chalky in my hands.
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