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Infatuation
Being fifteen was harder for me than most. I was an old, graying soul, stuck in a teenage body. I could feel connections before others did. Watching a plug-in slip into an outlet, yellow lights turning on. The first time I met him, they were everywhere. Small bulbs hanging from his chin, green cord tucked…
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Brown
Since my green eyes opened and saw the world for the very first time, the idea of a soulmate had its inception. It took turning fifteen for my brain to consciously understand what the longing was. I thought a constant aching was normal. I met someone in the school hallway before graduating. His eyes sinking…
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Perspective
Whiskey makes my heart beat quick. Black panther pawing through the jungle. Thump, thump, thump, thump. I wonder if I started a metronome if my heart would beat to that beat. And if I ate a raw beet right now, would my teeth stain red? And if I walked around aimlessly with red teeth, would…
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Lovers’ Tonic 🔮
When we met, I felt lighting strike. Turning the sand inside me to glass ornaments. Twinkling in his sun, spinning on a string.He didn’t reciprocate my love and he took my ornaments for granted.I should have moved on.But I can’t.I dream of his honey eyes.Being in his gaze is like sitting in eternal golden hour.…
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You, but in another Dimension
Last night I dreamt of you. But this didn’t feel like you. The version of you that wore tan denim, a circle crease in your back pocketfrom years of carrying tobacco. Pale skin fading, blue eyes dissolving. This version of you didn’t have aform. Bones were just sticks that fell from trees, tendons weren’t intimatelyknown,…
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Healing is Mine
I don’t want to make my healing about you, so I do my best to forget. But five years is a long time and I find your sour words appearing while Iwash dishes. Blue suds on my hands, the words, “You needed that.” Foaming fromyour mouth. You flounder off of me, a place you weren’t…
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White
Maybe you didn’t want to hurt me. I think that’s why you lied. At first the lies were white, wispy. An outline of butterfly wings. “I’m working late.” And I’m sure you were, at least at first. Carrying heavy glass all day was taxing, your back ached, a lump grew on your right knee. Better…
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Indigo
Indigo Summer. Warm nights clouded in a rich haze. Not quite purple, not quite blue. Embers in the grass, my feet too. Lying below the night sky, spread above me like a picnic blanket. I exhale and watch the stream of smoke leaving my mouth, a purple cloud. The weed hits and I absorb the…
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Orange
I found a bar of soap that smelled of her. It teleported me from the Whole Foods produce section to getting ready in her bathroom. Pink shag carpet, fuzzy grass around my ankles. A boot made of heavy metal in the corner. I used to imagine crawling inside of it when I was younger. “Come…
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Blue
Blue was the color of the town I grew up in. In December the entire town became coated in it. A pale blue, a warm blue that hung in a string around the belly of a Christmas tree. Under the gas station sign, the snow turned a florescent blue. The buzzing bulb reflected on the…
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Lawn Green
I wake on a stranger’s front lawn. This is low, even for me. I think as I wiggle my feet in the grass. They say it’s called rock-bottom, but what about lawn-bottom? I consider laughing at myself, but feel my head split in two, chopped wood from too many whiskeys. I sit up, the sun…
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