What Growing Up Tastes Like

                  —A poem today after a long hiatus                 —Happy International Day of the Girl   WHAT GROWING UP TASTES LIKE   I sit with my…

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Two Truths & A Lie

  My future & my past are essentially the same: whether it is me or her riding in the back seat, I still have to…

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False Memory

  We’re too damaged to go back now, left a little too far open, lost moons, the open box-cutters with a blade that shines like…

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