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the epigraph
my mother taught me how to play solitaire. she taught me the ways to survive being alone, perfected on nights when the silence was too much to bear. listening to her cry from the top stair. when the men of the week have long since flown never will i ever cry like this, I…
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Free
Waking up in the morning I feel free Free from the worries that once plagued me I walk to work and I wonder about how it used to be walking home alone with my fingers around my keys Worried about the people on the road that I would see worried that one day I would…
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my time in the wild
When I was seven years old, I went to Slate Run with my grandparents, my sister, my cousin, and their mom. We walked around the front of the park and eventually sat on these benches and sat there. And sat there. And sat there. Eventually, we began to try to run around and play in…
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The Love of My Parents
raised voices, thrown plates children huddled in the corner soft kisses, sweet caresses leaving bruises in their wake bar fights, hospital beds rain falling down their cheeks curly hair, straight hair things passed to our daughters long days, short nights wonder if i’m like my father heart breaks, short sight wonder if i’m like my…