April 2013
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March 2013
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February 2013
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October 2012
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7 haiku for 7 minutes on the subway.
Cowardice is me
sullen and nice, a facade
I am so much more.
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Fierce desire for
the one who will not be
threatened by brilliance.
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The most peace I felt
lake water deafened my ears
floating beneath sky.
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The dancer in me
will often reveal absence
danced for my parents.
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Turn around stranger,
I like the way your head looks.
I’ll always wonder.
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His shape in my hand
the architecture of lust
I’m ready to build.
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Labeled on a map
my dreams of foreign places
Longing looks like me.
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The butterfly revival.
Back in early September I was walking out of the ocean after my last swim of the summer, when I spotted what I thought was a dead butterfly half-buried in the sand. I picked it up and took pity on its lifeless body. Gently, I started to wipe the sand off of its wilted wings, curious of the beauty they once carried. I suddenly felt the slightest movement in my hand, its minuscule legs had moved and...
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Finding peace.
I wore a red dress and red lips to the first encounter after years of absence. A venomous shield as to say ‘I am a woman now, I carry my loss with dignity, and it will no longer destroy me.’ My throat felt heavy at the sight of our similarities. I habitually swallowed the pain back down to lie in the tissue I learned to bury it in. The weight of my father’s presence and the...
