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Yellow
“Did you dim the lights?” “No, I’ve been sitting right here, where you left me.” He says, pointing to his stacked feet lying on the olive ottoman. “I mean, someone dimmed the lights in here. When I left, I could read every word on the page of my book. Now look, I can’t see a…
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Red
Remember my red nails all over you? Slipping your shirt from your head, messy hair. Your rib cage large, my fingers feeling in between their cracks, searching for something red and beating. I never found it, and neither did you. You wore a red sweatshirt that entire winter. I think you wanted to show you…
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Emerald
Stubborn. I can see it in her eyes when she’s made up her mind. They are firm, almost terrifying. She wins again and it infuriates me and yet, I am proud of her. She’s become so independent, sometimes her lack of desire for connection or love for that matter, surprises me. But I never forget…
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Silver
My parent’s hair is graying. I see thin silver strands hanging from their roots. My dad has a silver beard, I see him for the first time in a year and it startles me as it brushes against my cheek. When did he grow older? I feel my chest tighten at his new wrinkles, the…
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Navy
The shadow beneath your arm bent in a crook. Angled, in thought. You’re quiet, as you are when you’re lost in an idea. I would give anything to be inside your mind. Walking through the gray creases, putting my hand inside, wet, and cool, to see what I’d find. Something deep, smooth, a hint of…
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Him
I wasn’t sure how I got there. The large house with endless floors, rooms filled with strangers. There was a man we were all afraid of. “Just remain quiet and he will leave you alone.” I hadn’t seen him yet but tiptoeing to what appeared to be a living room covered in green carpet from…
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Sheets
Smooth, the color of medium washed denim. His outline dissolving with the passing minutes since he leapt out of bed. His foot pressing on a beer can on the floor. “Fuck.” Vomit filling the center of the bed, my leg brushes over it, wet, sticky. Red rum. Too much to drink. I strip the sheets…
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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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Remember When
Seventh Grade We are embarking on a winter weeklong retreat for school. Our teacherstucking our permission slips into their pockets as we pile onto the three-hourlong bus ride. Jeremy. The boy with the shaggy hair, coffee brown eyes, beetling brows, and black Etnies shoes. Wetraded shoes one day in the hall at school. Him in…
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Spring Solace
I walk to local park near my apartment. I settle in, sinking into the grass, feeling enough distance from others that I peel my mask off. I inhale the sweet smell of daisy weeds scattered beside my blanket. The earthy, homey smell of soil beneath my bones. Doesn’t the smell of the seasons transport you…
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