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Scarcely within earshot,
the gentle summer storm
is but an echo.
Miles away,
someone else's sky
is shaking.
the gentle summer storm
is but an echo.
Miles away,
someone else's sky
is shaking.
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Literature
Deception
Sometimes I wonder
if the greatest trick that the
Devil ever played
was not convincing
the world he did not exist
but that he was God.
Literature
Lydia
{i wrote this for the fifth-grader who told me once my hair looked like ramen noodles.}
1.
i felt bad that i had forgotten for awhile how much she believes that the universe needs to be
smaller
in order for the stars to be closer, even though
sometimes
she forgets how big she is.
2.
Lydia is like holding a butterfly, and she moves like a wish does
through a dandelion’s fur
when i first met her i felt inadequately colored
and when i first told her my name was Cady, she yelled at me for spelling it wrong.
Lydia used to be one of those gangly, weightless nine-year-olds, always spindly and stringy
against the onslaught of leg forests
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a guide to her sadness.
her wrists are wishbones she breaks for luck,
not knowing there is no luck in the break.
her veins are unanswered prayers
her lungs an apology sent as letters to heaven,
hoping God will forgive her for being a continual disappointment.
her head is a phonebooth for all the thoughts nobody's picking up on.
see,
the the sadness is sinking her again.
so when she leaves at midnight to longboard to the ocean,
go with her.
when she tries to climb bridges,
don't let her.
when she's drinking cold tea and playing daughter,
it means she's trying to pull her head together.
when she's in the bathroom praying to the toilet,
decide to knock.
when she
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A poem I have written and rewritten since 2011. I think I finally got it right.
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This is how I feel when there's a concert at the other end of town.