Not sure how I feel about this one — it’s not like my usual style at all.
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For the Girl with the Peaches
I think sometimes that I am afraid
that you will wait for me,
creasing your future at its corners
so it may not yet unfurl, pinning it up
along the clothesline, or folding it
like…
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I learned about group of fiesty women on a bridge in Amsterdam who dropped trou to change small policy, I learned how fist my heart is when confronted with 1930’s racism in south central Wisconsin newspaper comics, about my own ability to grow out of old molds I made and labeled ”supposed to be,” I saw and felt how a heart stretches well past the dotted lines of its seams.
the way to have a phenomenal morning is to wake up at 7am, kiss your girlfriend twice, doddle until 8:30, get dressed quickly, wear a bridesmaids dress, bike to a cafe with big framed photos of trees for windows to meet a friend where you will write unapologetically and forget that anyone has ever…
When we’re sad, we have a tendency to roll
up like newspapers and detach ourselves
from the world. In a bed. Beneath every blanket.
With the lights out.If every time we are sad, we detach
fall of the side of the mountain we’re climbing
we’re never gonna get to the top.Next time you feel like…