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See that girl kneeling next to the bookshelf in the library? She's whispering the book titles to herself. That's me. Back away slowly, and then run.


April 6, 2020


hurry, roll down the windows
the smell of pho drifts in
chocolate ice cream drips 
on her white shirt
sprite can pops open
flip flops smack against the hot pavement
and we gasp out through the water
pull out your speaker and play us some music
spread out on a twister board
lie in bed and feel the waves
still crashing over me
and it's so hot
the sun laps the horizon like a tired dog
some kind of sweet nostalgic
February longing for summer
Republishing with one small correction.

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