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AirportsI don't take up a lot of space / I am only a little bag of my own histories / White cloth tied with thin red strings
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Mar 13, 2014
Another Poem about HomeIn an old box, she found a shell. / It was delicate, sweet pink, with spines spiraling to a cream-colored point. / The shell felt weightless in her hand.
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Dec 12, 2013
A Prayer to the SeaToday, we do not have a panic attack, / Because we've learned how to sit, how to breathe. / Today, we walk on the shore of the vastness of humanity.
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Mar 13, 2014
BackwardsI’m always yelling at myself / For the things I took for granted / They said to save yourself
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Jan 28, 2013
Bare BonesThere's got to be a secret / A way to get through winter without freezing my bones / Missing your moans
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Feb 20, 2013
Beauty Like ThatIt is all of value. / The days when I am wrought through with tired fear, days like bogs, / Bed, a big dark hole I cannot lift my body from.
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Mar 13, 2015
Brief Encounters With Beautiful MenThere is a chord at the center of me, braided / Of all that I've been, am, or even will be. / And I am built around it, eye
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Apr 6, 2015
Careful, nowDidn't anyone ever warn you / About getting in bed with a poet?
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Feb 12, 2013
Circles Around the MoonHow old is the whale? / Older than the lines on your grandmother's hands / And how old is my heart?
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Sep 8, 2013
Clothesline SongThat’s alright baby, tie me down to this familiar ground / Say you wanna grow a garden / In my old backyard, dig
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Jan 18, 2014
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