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 Jun 2013 Effie
Anna Vida
I have an affinity for ice cream.
I can eat bowls upon bowls at a time.
I impress myself.

It's funny how the things you love grow from the things you never questioned;
Never appreciated;
Never even noticed.
Jumping out of the car the last day of school.
It was hot.
But it was California.
And it was home.
And my dog waited in the backyard.
Happy we were home.
And I stared at our pool and I wanted to jump in;
But I didn't have the courage
       Because I didn't want it enough.
And the refrigerator would be full of Drumsticks.
      (chocolate on mint)
And I would eat one or two a day.
And sometimes the ice cream man would come.
      (he was terrifying, but he had ice cream)
And I would stand outside and eat my ice cream because we weren't allowed to eat it in the house.
And my brother would finish quickly and go inside and play video games.
      (or run down the street to see his friends)
And I would try to be a cliche
      (just like in the movies)
And put on the roller skates I rarely used and try not to lose control as I shuffled down my driveway.
But I never had anything of value to do over the summers.
I never went to camp.
There weren't any summer traditions.
I had ice cream and board games and my dog and the pool I was afraid of.
I counted down the years I still had left at home
      (petrified of what would happen after)
And I didn't understand why mom wasn't as scared as I was.
      (1,2,3,4,5 years left at home; 1,2,3,4.....4 years left at home)
They never taught me how to ride a bike
And I never learned to love the water
And my skin never browned
And I had to stay inside
Except for when there was ice cream.
I could always go outside for ice cream.

Nineteen years of life.
My mother hates ice cream.
She tells me I'm just like my father.
My temper, my moods, my impatience.
Sometimes she says I get his savvy;
His ambition;
His humor.
Sometimes.
My father loves ice cream.
      (I love both my parents)
      (I think they love each other too)
So I took my father's ambition and ran across the country
Where I'm hopefully learning to be a good doctor
And I met these people that I love
      (that I call my family)
And we like ice cream.
We like ice cream and pie.
And going to the beach when the weather is nice.
And ice skating.
And coming home to each other.

I'd say I have an affinity for love;
I'd say I have an affinity for life
But you can't eat love and you can't hold life
Because both are fleeting
      (but so is ice cream).

Ice cream is the summer before 8th grade
When I spent all my time with a girl I loved and learned to hate.
Because we fought over boys.
Because that was middle school.
And 8th grade was horrible.
And I never ate ice cream.
And I never tried to roller skate.
And California became too hot.

So if I were to develop my own ice cream flavor,
And call 31 and tell them what it would taste like,
It would taste like a pensive child
It would taste like mint
It would taste like chocolate
It would taste like missing my friends
It would taste like missing my parents
And I would call it nostalgia.
And I would laugh while I ate nostalgia
Because the thought is absolutely absurd.
It's lengthy and it's disjointed.
 Jun 2013 Effie
Dani
How do eyes
hide lies
How do eyes
paint the disguise
You wear so seamlessly
You  whisper words of
forever so dreamlessly
But naive
I
will
buy
it all
and fall
and fall

Deeper into this
picture perfect wonderland
I will have this
fairytale overrated brand
Of what it is to be
in heart racing
Butterfly inducing
Stu-stuh-stutterr causing lo-luh-lust
Because everyone knows
that wide eyed girl
Lost
in
her curiosity
Who wandered astray
and came upon
your animosity.
It's simple it's short
the main drug you snort
pumped hyped your proud,
next dumped in the croud.
Lifted Drifted out like a cloud .
Puff this it's cherry my main ***** that mary
out with a ducey took off with ya lucey
one shot six shot guzzlin like it's juice
"G"
Got that molly, So call me
$et it we'll ball see.
Drugs over hugs,
we don't need them thugs,
thass  what  I  got  thaught   never  **baught
 May 2013 Effie
Clarisa
Soft drug
 May 2013 Effie
Clarisa
Your kiss like fire
Your love like a summer
Rain
My realty is winter
Sadley your all I
Crave

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