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Carve into asphalt ruts again, know them better than my own skin. Immediately I am seventeen on another midnight drive home; my headlights make all the same old shadows. Pink Bullets in my mind, but Pine Hill puts the hole in my chest. I hope you still love that remodeled A-frame, your dream that came… Continue reading I Was Walking With a Ghost
return home to breathe the air these lungs grew into to see how much the trees have grown up to see how much I have grown up and how much I never will. melissa suarez
melissa suarez I've only ever sat on roofs with boys I never kissed, never dated, never said the things we might've felt in the air up there, just nice kids sitting on roofs, looking at night skies, growing up together. I think we talked about music, maybe you had a drink, when I look right… Continue reading June
White hot sunbright falls so heavy, I melt into my own gravity as liquid; I am the same energy I was as a child and as a star and everything along the way. There is so much of me. When I melt I meet more of her, sit quietly because she does not know me:… Continue reading summertime
matter is just a word for everything do you remember the way it mattered the moments planted without markers or a tombstone or silk flowers that could fray with time to mark the everything we found there, the way we didn't mind that some things shatter, some things bloom melissa suarez
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