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 Mar 2015 erin
Joshua Haines
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 Mar 2015 erin
Joshua Haines
I asked her why she cut herself,
and she said,
"Because death has an edge
and life is pointless."
She asked that I not
write a poem
romanticizing suicide,
just a poem about
how hard it can be
to celebrate life.
 Mar 2015 erin
Audrey Gleason
the best version of myself exists in clearance-nike-outlet-wear
pulling up hair made blonde by the sunshine
bending over tanned and strong legs
tying shoelaces
and laughing musical notes
willingly escaping genuine smiles
my tummy is strong then, but with soft edges
i'm proud because it's held my body together all these years
i'm proud because it will carry a mini human
someday
inside my head there are coloring books
sprawled across a playroom factory
and all the gears are turning and i'm functioning
i'm breathing
my heart is beating
and i'm not scared of eating girl scout cookies when i'm with my girls in clearance-nike-outlet-wear
i'm not scared to let laughs float to the surface
or hiccups
i'm not scared of anything at all
we're real together
and we have freckly runner legs
that love splashing in the puddles our tears make
we're not always gonna be together
we are always gonna be real
together
for natalie, carolyn, and mae
 Mar 2015 erin
brooke
8 off the top.
 Mar 2015 erin
brooke
the snow fell all before
i cut my hair, melted when
i woke up this morning
the heat of discovery
radiated against the
walls, and between
locks and licks of
curls that dried up
on the floor, I thought
maybe you've been
dreaming of a girl
who wasn't me but
is me now.


who wasn't
me but is
me now.
(c) Brooke Otto 2015
 Mar 2015 erin
brooke
n.
 Mar 2015 erin
brooke
n.
he put himself there
because I let him and
left because he could
and the explanation
he forgot to give
has enough
salt unsaid.
(c) Brooke Otto 2015
 Feb 2015 erin
brooke
Ahoy.
 Feb 2015 erin
brooke
i still add myself up
against the girls I
don't know, who
have found their
places in your life
and bear your vices
against their skin
who probably
love you better
than I

did.
(c) Brooke Otto 2015
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