Category: Poetry
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Ginger Root
I asked my mom when we got in the car why the woman in the waiting room lowered herself so slowly as if something in her would break I shifted my lollipop from left cheek to right and my mom said: “she was pregnant– you have to be ginger” so I asked her if she…
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212°
I often think about you in my sleep I wonder why you visit only then Admit to hope there is a meaning there You sit and yet your coat stays on to talk And my insides tense and brace I think maybe I hate the way you laugh, Until hate rises and congeals as love…
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Friday, 10pm
Notification ding. Pen click and then down. Roommate’s fan whines and sighs. Makeup caddy does a spin. Susan’s lazy. Start with skin. Boundary to taco sauce and shaving cream and red-packed embarrassment. Prime the canvas. Matte the oil. Pluck 1-2 hairs. Squish and blend. Foundation builds a house on my face. Blush tells the world…
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Scan
I used to stare at the ceiling I’d stare for hours after my mom would tuck me in and crack the door and my mom knew that, all moms do so mine showed me how to stop staring at the ceiling you start at your toes work up to your head and you move each…
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Whistle While We Work
The lid pops offAnd his eyes spit sugarFifty-three and gigglyMy dad passes me a new jar–StrawberryFrom the front of the rowSneakers squeak on the speckled linoleumGrocery store radio singalongHe sticks a finger in the next jarMixed berryTeasing a plop, teetering Its fall- intercepted by his tongueThe kind with a split right down the centerThe kind…
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