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i. bonanza, cheeseburgers in lockers, cupcakes, gorgeousness (willsmith),
hand-built bird condos, hot chocolate, pinstripe suits, sears, snow doughnuts
ii. endless walks, hot tubs, hyvee, mix cds, paramore, pb balls,
precious photographs, secret secrets, the current
iii. across the universe, bunny hills, headaches, heavy poetry, prs guitars,
rob thomas, sexy curls, sleepless nights, south pole hoodies
iv. barbies, caramel vs, chocolate, coach, macy's, pb waffle sandwiches,
picture frames, purple sweaters, "the cities", usher
v. avoidance, blueberry balloons, childhood, flying cake, long car rides,
new houses, pesky ferrets, the phantom of the opera, whirlpool bathtubs
vi. a little princess, black holes, green monsters, hot topic, loss,
rememberings, sleeping bags, truth or dare, wisconsin dells
vii. biting poetry, blue lips, comfort, missing-them tales, rainy coastlines,
similar pains, sweet notes, tea parties, understandings
viii. back rubs, halo fights, homemade brownies, firsts, library chairs,
mall of america, red cars, t.g.i. fridays, walmart
ix. brand new, colored morning waffles, diary readings, heritage 1981,
homemade mac&cheese, intense beauty, leather couches, love notes, sisters
hand-built bird condos, hot chocolate, pinstripe suits, sears, snow doughnuts
ii. endless walks, hot tubs, hyvee, mix cds, paramore, pb balls,
precious photographs, secret secrets, the current
iii. across the universe, bunny hills, headaches, heavy poetry, prs guitars,
rob thomas, sexy curls, sleepless nights, south pole hoodies
iv. barbies, caramel vs, chocolate, coach, macy's, pb waffle sandwiches,
picture frames, purple sweaters, "the cities", usher
v. avoidance, blueberry balloons, childhood, flying cake, long car rides,
new houses, pesky ferrets, the phantom of the opera, whirlpool bathtubs
vi. a little princess, black holes, green monsters, hot topic, loss,
rememberings, sleeping bags, truth or dare, wisconsin dells
vii. biting poetry, blue lips, comfort, missing-them tales, rainy coastlines,
similar pains, sweet notes, tea parties, understandings
viii. back rubs, halo fights, homemade brownies, firsts, library chairs,
mall of america, red cars, t.g.i. fridays, walmart
ix. brand new, colored morning waffles, diary readings, heritage 1981,
homemade mac&cheese, intense beauty, leather couches, love notes, sisters
Literature
notesleep
playing my emphases like harp strings
your voice smokes thru the oaken bramble
pour a carbonated apology, a sun-stained
mile marked envelope, two ill-fitted birds,
hands small holes right before a rush of river
what it feels like being swallowed from the outside
crushing rings into truth serum, pretend
to be out of tune with that deception
I have been unable to parse my own persona
a pink cotton voice I remember thru the phone
I remember because it formed me into a granary
one crop after another of patriarchal idioms
whisper my secrets so softly into a glint of red hair
a saucer-eyed lace pattern cut into pine paper
I practice radical self lo
Literature
Forging Foundations
there is part of me that knows these walls
in the same ways I know
unrequited was the dream I used to tie my strings to,
unrequited was the hope I used to fill myself up,
unrequited is just a word I used to be friends with
because you've crooked your fingers
into the hooks of my jeans
and you've hooked my heart,
dangling, a stranger to safety
learning how to let someone lead--
there is a piece of me that fears these feelings
like I fear insects that sting, like I fear wildfires that rage,
like I fear porcelain dolls
with cracked faces and scarred chests
because so far in this life,
all the beautiful things I've ever held
have come to me brok
Literature
Encounter
I came home after a long long time and in the hallway
I bumped into a seventeen year old girl.
I said ‘it’s me’ but she shook her head like
there was water in her ears and salt in her eyes.
I said ‘it’s okay’ but she looked at me blankly.
I said ‘it won’t kill you’ but she hurried past
and turned that dark corner.
In the room I grew up in
I opened a wardrobe and an old friend fell out,
the yearbook photos where we sat side by side
staring the camera down. Arrogant and eagle-eyed.
That year it rained and I wore his jacket
until it smelt like him and me and his hair
and my smile
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It's a connect-the-dots to a beautiful image... with each dot being its own story! Ha ha~<3 <3 <3
I really should try this out sometime, seriously. It's an amazing idea. <3
I really should try this out sometime, seriously. It's an amazing idea. <3