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Studying is for the weak Instead there are movies Netflix refuge for uninspired Time moves faster here Eyes hurt too much Can't read like this Need sleep instead Tried my best is how she lies Update C- achieved enough

Death is nonchalance when childhood was picnics and birthdays at a father's grave plastic spoons and peanut butter pie cross-legged with grass stains Thanatophobia is confusing when adventures are finding new graveyards to explore and break in ouija boards and bubbles two best friends who try to understand why this is comfort

By The Schoolyard bounced around empty walls and I withdrew memories fresh as paint cracking across fingers new lines on aging palms changing history if a moment too late too soon not enough the song changes opened eyes new memory of miles between how I wish they weren't

the ratio of poem/doodle/nonsense : actual notes is increasing not in favor of professors, expensive textbooks and diplomas but good enough for reflections of futurespossible I just decided I probablymight want.

green eyes mouth lies liver leaking poison brown hair doesn't care playing in the fire whiskey burn worlds turn sun sets without you

today is 365 days since Marty left and youngestsister lost oldestbrother we weren't               close ever not in the usual sense but                imissyou anyway

Wonderful Hallucinations       yellow boots       on flowered pant legs       something       in the picture: missing                       5'5 brown eyes                       scarred chin, R                       scarred wrist, L              Angel's kiss              just missed her                            lips              no milk cartons rhyme              just sit home no one is looking.

in the course    of 4 hours       4 courses i have been called [aboriginal/                    indigenous/                        native] by professors, inadvertently who fail to see such marks in my skin "you just don't wear it on your face" disappointment. anger. worse.

Two steps away arms length without touch mimes behind their walls how we should have said goodbye Two bodies arms entwined without air mimes behind lover's eyes how we [probably] should [not] have said goodbye.

published green book slim, soft touch imprint gold age eleven pride and angels something about heaven and leaving or being left logic: immature that words might bring daddy back weak prayer for Lazarus miracles they taught me He rescued even Lillith torn, sinful I wondered where had I fallen so wrong always must be me that kept you away, abandoned.

The bus was late. In the four switches Ben had made so far, he had come to accept lateness as an unavoidable part of this mode of travel. The first three times, he had been irritated. Now, at a little after eleven at night, he really didn’t care. If the bus was at least running, he would be happy. Working air conditioning was a bonus. Timeliness was asking too much.     He wished he could call Mae again, even though he had just talked to her half an hour ago. It had been a little over two weeks since he had seen his fiancée, and hearing her voice helped ease his frustration. But it was late, and she had gone to bed. She would still ans