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HumanLet's hold out hope for the crippled. / Hope for the crippled? / No thanks, this crip doesn't need your hope.

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Vote Of ConfidenceI was three years out of high school and finally getting / the chance to grow up. I’d been ready since before / graduation day. Everybody in the world was certain

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Welcome HomeThe television is on with the football game / blaring from the speakers with people crowded around / screaming out plays, and insults. Jumping up and down until

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America's National TeenagerThe envelope was red, white and blue just like the flag / Betsy Ross spent days with bleeding fingers over so many / years ago. It was addressed to me from an unknown sender.

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BubblesIt begins with a meltdown / Talk me down. Let me cry it out. / A kind word. The inquisition.

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The CompanionMetal contraption, I dutifully climb into you each day as the sun rises / and drive your clunky frame through the hills of a crowded campus / to face the questions and stares of the kindhearted and heartless.

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Rainy Day AdventuresThe fire for learning Plato’s philosophies and the history hidden / behind the Iron Curtain had burned us out. We were restless, sleepy / and thirsty. Mischievous by nature, we were sick of going nowhere.

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Happy Fathers DayMy earliest memories of you / are leaving to work somewhere else / and coming home again, drunk.

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SestinaLife comes in increments of sixteen weeks where each week she composes list after list. / Wastes away inside with textbooks and tests instead of spending the day in the sunshine. / Her mind wanders, up and away, into her dreams where she lives a different sort of life.

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Fatal AttractionThe crushing silence of the ocean. / The harsh screeches of the gulls. / Long beaches stretched wide and open;

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