He was always the hero and the villain.
He was the one who would come to check up on me with a kit kat bar if I was crying over a fight I’d had with my mother. He would stock up on kit kats just because he knew they were my favorite…
From the blue serenity of my room, I could hear the faint roll of a drawer being opened and the barely detectable sing of a knife being drawn out.
In my bliss, I continued about my middle school homework, unbothered and…
I have often wondered whether there is any beauty to be found
in the midst of feelings such as these:
Regret,
Resentment,
Heartbreak…
Wise men say only fools rush in, and I fully listened to their sound wisdom, covered my ears with headphones blasting Bon Iver, and sprinted as fast as my tiny and bruised…
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In the autumn you go mushrooming
amid the buried bones of spring
Overgrown now with decay
a moldering extant array
of life
From death…
What the hell did you do to your hair?
My father had just whipped back the hood of my sweatshirt, something I’d been hoping the whole morning no one would do…
Sitting near each other, in the front seats of his car, we talked. He made a joke. I laughed and swished my ponytail over my shoulder. He smiled. Our hands linked, seemingly casual, inwardly thrilling…
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How can nothing generate a conversation?
The emptiness of it all
The startling emptiness of nothing
An unfilled shelf outshines…
I am a proud
“brown girl, hyena loud-mouth, dirty jokes”
Sāmoan Woman…