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  • “Being young is such a goddamn pain” (Source: https://www.youtube.com/)

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  • 9/30

    I have laid down my voice, my fingers’ renderings of sounds I made when you left. . I have done the takes over and over, hit the button, pause, delete, record. I finished last night, and found I could not stop replaying the unedited cut, that slice of loss and longing, the song that had…

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  • 7/30

    There is no one watching. Go ahead. Unbutton your top button, let your body take its own shape. Breathe a noisy waterfall into the still air. Take a finger, use it to pick your nose; breathe a little easier. Breathe. Follow that thought trickling backwards up into the forest of your hair, burrowing through to…

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  • 6/30

    To Darkness . Whenever I want to write What Makes People Feel Things, I look for you. Examine my skin for bruises (although I do everything I can to avoid collisions), pick at and study the black somethings packed underneath my nails (washing hands is for people who don’t write anything important), trace my pillowcase…

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  • 5/30

    When You Told Me I Am a Happy Person . Even though my tears were still clinging to your fleece shirt, I did not argue, any more than I would argue with the strands of blonde the morning has threaded into my hair. . My lips are bruised from trying to shape my darknesses into…

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  • 3/30

    For Sonny Rollins, who quit performing publicly and only played alone on the Williamsburg bridge for a year, sometimes up to 16 hours a day. . It was so easy for them, with their eyes closed, bobbing their heads like ducklings. I was the body beneath, undulating some kind of tempest that ruffled their fine…

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  • 2/30

    5 Years . After telling myself I wasn’t sad, and eating four spoonfuls of almond butter, I called my mom. . If I am this predictable, I think, the future should not hover so, breathing hot anxious into my ear. . She told me, she and my father hope one day I will live close.…

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  • I’ve never done this. Poem 1/30

    I’m cheating a little, wrote this for a class, and it’s technically not April 1st anymore. Bite me. Songs Lost in the Surf There is comfort, being taken like this. Pouring out my voice, a thread unspooling into her depths, while wet mouths of sand suck at my ankles. I have always been drawn to…

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  • Getting-shit-done music

    Getting-shit-done music Wherever you need to go, Oscar Peterson will get you there.

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  • One of my favorite photos from the trip. The Homowo festival in August 2010, Accra, Ghana. The drums never stopped.

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