Two cups of rice, no matter
how broken, will let you live
to another day.
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the girl we all call the Queen of Halloween
“It’s like I’ve gone through the looking glass.
Never to return again.”
I loved both of them,
but that doesn’t mean they weren’t stupid.
There’s some love
That waits
And some that leaves
And she’s never held a single
poetic thought in mind, never
on birthdays,
i’m afraid to let balloons drift too far away from my palm
of fear they’ll lose their shape.
culture will never be color fast
no matter how many times you try to wash it—
in the hot water cycle
with the harsh detergent that promises on its label to get the impurities out—
it’ll just keep bleeding
They are amber saplings from my heart
pushing against the world
making room for themselves
amongst plastic hangers
and fast moving traffic