from p.4 on Mon., Feb. 26th

My skin fell off
this morning.
I wanted to save it,
observe it under a
microscope,
see what I am made
of.

Instead, I threw it
away,
a piece of me in the
trash.


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The wisdom of
wrinkles, that
causes a crinkle
in your own sphere,
a different perspective,
a different elective
as that mystical
wheel keeps turning,
equalizing all.


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Forever entertwined
in each other's
breath.


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Bubbling broth,
steamed windows,
finished the night
with a cookie.

Boys night.


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Walking alone
rock

Flying by
paper

Swimming through
scissors

Jumping
shoot.

from p.1 on Mon., Feb. 26th

Fresh powder flies
from sharp skis.

Cousins howling.

Laughter bursts from
cold corners.

Warmth fills a
cloudy sky.


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Blue lips,

pale face,

breathing in,

the snowflakes.


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A broken heart led
to a broken world.


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Caught in a vesper,
pushed towards
and away,
trying to determine
if I want to
go with
or against
the wind.


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Ballerinas fluttered
across the canvas,
people danced from
masterpiece to masterpiece,
series of movement
and color,

And the creative impact
that one properly
placed line can have.


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Lying in bed sick
as the world happens
around me.

from p.4 on Wed., Feb. 21st

On a train to Paris, written in invisible glow-in-the dark ink:

For freedom,
for comfort,
we fight
the darkness to
come.


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On a train to anywhere but here, carved in with a knife

Forward.


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On a train going to the Churchill War Room in London, written with a turkey's wishbone:

A glowworm I am,
Aspiring past
Galipoli
to the PM,

I go when no one
else will.

from P.1 on Wed., Feb. 21st

On a train to East LA, painted:

Comforting lies

harm more than

a painful truth.

For knowing pain from

the start makes

the end worthwhile.

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On a train headed to Pluto, written with glitter paint:

On Pluto,

this glitter reflects

my love and emptiness

without you.

In my mind,

you are still

a planet.

Here is a gift,

of glitter and sparkles.

You are not forgotten.

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On a train headed west, written in spray-paint.

You bring people

to a place

they are lost.

from p.4 on Mon., 2/12

Developing a British
accent
while reading Shakespeare
in the dark 'till their eyes
slowly close to sleep.


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Lonely & full of
foods that make
my stomach churn.

Binge watching The Office
in bed bores me as I
go to school only to
grow up for a temp job &
Jello calculators.


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Lost but not afraid,
plans gone astray.

Music blaring,
not a care
in the world.

Here's to being young.


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Everything passed
in a blur.
Unable to register
any specific happenings,
I lost myself in comfort
and calm.

from p.1 on Mon., 2/12

Savory Chinese
food on a
snowy day.


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Bathtub, bathtub,
oh how you scare
me. I woke up
in you & I'm not
sure why. Bathtub
oh bathtub.


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Gloomy skies
release their filings
onto the bare earth

like a balloon bursting

the white confetti falls
to the earth.


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Snow flying from the ground up
as he bolts across the tundra,

bounding toward the fuzzy
green trophy.

Leaping

he collides with
the ball, sending snow sailing
around his golden head.

from p.4 on Mon., 2/2

Cracked window
releases the criminals
of the cold.


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My fat cat
full of fluffy rolls
twirls into a little ball
a little ball of joy

and starts a steady purr
beside me on a crisp
Sunday morning.


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Confronted by another
red light,
another empty tank,
I stay still in a vast
sea of ships
adrift in a 10 mile
radius in which
I call home.

Are there more
oceans out there?


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Fluorescent colored
lights shine,
like the souls of clutter
in time,
to the rhythm of the
song that lingers low in the
air,
pulling on the hands and
feet of many.

from p.1 on Mon., 2/2

All Skittles taste
the same.


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Eyes slowly fluttering
open.

The night's dreams
drift to the back
of my mind.


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Like a shark gliding through
the water, the Tostito cuts
a path through guacamole.

An explosion of salt and tomato
erupts on your tongue while
your teeth land with a

crunch.


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The necklace hangs
lazily around her neck.

The beads click
back and forth as
she walks.

The craftsmanship
of a 7 year-old was
never worn so
proudly.