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Half and Half
“The sky looks like a marble,” I said “And that cloud looks like a heart” White wispy clouds so wonderfully artful “Or a baby T-Rex,” my husband replied We said whatever came into our heads next As we walked the neighborhood on a Thursday night “Some people are crazy” “The Bible didn’t fall out of…
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Lost and Sweaty
“Ma’am! Ma’am! I turned my sweaty head to my left to see a burly police officer standing by his car and waving his arms. He was standing in the middle of the road, in front of a big wooden sign that said, “Road Closed.” He waved for me to go straight on the road instead…
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The Supermodel
She was sitting on a plastic storage container On the street corner It was stuffed with stuff She looked like a foreigner Dejected, rough I’d seen her before, riding a purple bike She had high cheekbones and tired eyes A thin frame In better times she could have been a model With a flowing mane…
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Time to Die
Maybe it’s the summer, the sun high in the sky Maybe it’s my mortality Or the fact that I’m in the prime of my life I feel compelled to run I feel compelled to get better I have to discover Even if I’m on some sort of bell-curve decline I’m going to give it my…
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Like Me, Like Me
We were Lila and Arnold It was just a dream but it was horrible I raced to you at our friends’ house, brought you chili You said you loved me but we could never be married It was the worst heartache I stood there with a sunken feeling in my chest I beckoned, with all…
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Scrolling
I don’t go on social media anymore I deactivated my account a few years ago I imagine it was like dying It felt good to let go But it’s interesting how I found myself redefining my values And not being obsessed with what people think of you Thumbs up, another dopamine hit Staring, posting, scrolling…
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Grass Cutting
Tis the season for grass cutting. I love the smell of freshly cut grass. It takes me back to early fall, back to back-to-school season, early September. Cross country season. Hurricane season. Ah. My dad taught me how to push a lawnmower at the ripe age of nine. My favorite lawnmowers are the old school…
