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i like zebras
for their stripes,
and birds for
their wings;
wolves for their
mournful howls and
underwater creatures
for their alien environment—
most of all,
i like unicorns
they aren't real but
i pretend they are,
seven years old
and wishing on a salty
folded chip at daycare
that i might finally
chance across one
in the woods at
grandma's farm,
with a pink or purple
mane and eyes that
smile, "yes, i am real
outside of stories and
imagination and that
really long movie
with the cheesy
soundtrack"
for their stripes,
and birds for
their wings;
wolves for their
mournful howls and
underwater creatures
for their alien environment—
most of all,
i like unicorns
they aren't real but
i pretend they are,
seven years old
and wishing on a salty
folded chip at daycare
that i might finally
chance across one
in the woods at
grandma's farm,
with a pink or purple
mane and eyes that
smile, "yes, i am real
outside of stories and
imagination and that
really long movie
with the cheesy
soundtrack"
Literature
Fifty
Please understand: I do not want
to want this (you).
I realized at poem nineteen-of-fifty:
You (college-borne) are a new you,
I (weaponized) am a new me,
and the new me still wants the new you.
Literature
A Pocket Full of Sky
When I was young, my father would take me to the highest tower of Notre Dame precisely once a year. It would be cold. Freezing. But we'd stand there, and take deep breaths of air, and peer down, towards the tiny ants of people below. Down, towards the sprawling city beneath us. It was always winter, when we'd go. Always cold. Freezing, freezing. But however cold it was, and however dull and bleary the weather, my father would ask one thing, and one thing only: that we adhered to tradition.
"Lucie," he would say, with the fond smile and kind eyes I always remember. "Lucie, my peach. Whatever you become, and wherever your heart and mind leads
Literature
Six Word Story
my mother kept smiles in bottles
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wrote this awhile ago for creative writing. prompt was favourite animal (:
ack, sorry for being so dead lately
ack, sorry for being so dead lately
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