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Dec 28, 20223 min read
our other lives
1 I never cared for the color of my own eyes before I saw his. coffee-with-cream brown. they drip honey in the sun. I swear they hold...
Dec 28, 20222 min read
when I long for you, I long for sundays
a poem as my grandmother when I long for you, big brother, I long for sundays – how we skipped church and spent our mornings hiding in...
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on feeling lightning
I am twenty-three / standing in the rain of a pacific northwest thunderstorm on a september midnight / standing at the foot of the stairs...
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