I Know You Don’t Think I Miss You, But I Do

Take me back to this: flying
above the Chicago skyline
people like specks of dust
lights like summer fire flies
and wings as my arms.

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Meanwhile, We Continue

Meanwhile the Midwest is buried under feet of snow
and Arizona reaches one hundred fifteen degrees
and I stare at the insides of a daisy, too afraid to touch
for fear of disrupting all that I don’t quite know.

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There Is A Monster In My Closet

I can hear his voice in my head as I sift through my dresses
too tall, too big, too skinny, too much.

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I Think Of You, And I Can’t Help But Wonder

I can’t help but wonder
whether the fire of your kiss
will fade to a familiar warmth.

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I Want To Love You Impossibly

That’s what I want, with you—
the messy, the imperfect,
the impossible.

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