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Barter Rings
before I was born I was granted a rite to ceremony, but it is not enough not when there are no more barter rings and only your ring-bearer bartering
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and it was all good things
i remember when we were fourteen and i said you couldn’t dance for shit because your laces were untied, and you tripped over them again and again, your smile a lighthouse, and i said god, i hope this lasts forever, otherwise i don’t know if there’s much to look forward to in twenty years – i remember when we crushed the heads of dandelions in between the asphalt and the blue marbles that my brother found discarded in the alley behind my house, milky dandelion stems and the smell of dogs outside of the elementary school when the sprinklers were all turned on – i remember when i was only…
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The One Where She Falls in Love with Him
The wind that we agreed was too cold for existence whips memories of you through every exposed crevice of my sweater
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Who do you Perform for?
“Last night molly asks me - who do you perform for- and the questions rotates” (Boan) Who do you perform for?
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Caught in Your Riptide
I want to climb inside you And listen to the gossip that runs through your blood
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Tulips
i dreamt of tulips today
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Pantone 9561 C
hi mama, please don’t freak out i want to start by saying I’m okay.
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You
i thought i loved you honestly, i really did
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The Security Guard
I’ve seen him every monday, wednesday, friday this november
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Spaghetti
This was going to be a long-winded spaghetti metaphor.
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We’re Hiring: VP Social Programming
Do you like hosting fun events? Want to get more involved in the English department? Now is your chance!
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dear my universe
the stars tell stories but not everyone can hear them. a night sky; under the expanse of the world– the watchful eyes of the cosmos what am i searching for?
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This Feels Like The End
Bleeding wishes held in your hands feel so far Hard water, the words unsaid
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All I Know
All the machine knows is to operate All the spider knows is to weave
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Drowning
I can’t say anything We’re drowning in grey waters
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Rapture
i am forever chasing the next distraction
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Big Sun & The Crabapple Miracle
I Have you met me yet? – I am a small animal who is trying to fall in love with you. Oh, wait, no, that can’t be right. – I woke up really slow at first and then all of the sudden. And all of the things I had been holding in my hands and in the space between my skin and my real self started to fall, which is to say I started to drop them, and then couldn’t remember how to pick them up again. I started to get smaller, and smaller, and smaller, until I exploded, until I met my real body. – Have we met before?…
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Love is an old t-shirt
Your love sticks like an old t-shirt to my skin on a rainy day.
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Party Leftovers
Music still turns from the hour, once hushed by the conversation of the hour.Candle wicks burn until their end, unattended.Steam from a sidelined mug makes the air, clashing perfumes and colognes, visible.Wrinkles on the couch like a basset hound.Table runner stained with half-eaten pies left on ceramic dishes with scratchy bottoms.Shared flannel blanket draped over a battered armchair.Milk in the pitcher, passed from cocoa to tea, collects dust particles visible in the white.Fire burns bright in the low light, unattended.The skin is tight at my laugh lines like lifting a heated glass, intentionally impressing.– The frost-filled town like a photo outside;now only I am walking amongst these mementos. GiGi Kang
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Changes
If I knew the words of your deepest revenge I’d read them over and over again