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Seven Thousand Square Feet
Seven Thousand Square Feet
Seven thousand square feetmore space than I could ever even haveimaginedbefore I met you. Seven thousand square feetmore space than we haveany business dreaming aboutnothing to our names but afifth-year teaching salary in rural Vermont andan idea fleshed out and justwaiting to happen. Seven thousand square feetthe answer when Iheld your hand in bed one night and askedif money wasn’t an…
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To the Woman Who Broke My Heart
To the Woman Who Broke My Heart
It’s amazing how one person can ruin everything so perfectly. Teaching is a way of falling in love, and I spent two-and-a-half incredible years falling in love at a small elementary school in a small town in central Vermont. Today was my last day after four years with this school, and those first two-and-a-half years I was so happy. But teaching is a way of falling in love, and for the last…
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One Year
For KJ, again. It’s hard to believe it’sbeen a year.You would’ve beeneighteensecond semester of college. It hasn’t gotten easier tothink about the future you’llnever get to live. There are things I wish I’dtold you.How much I missed youwhen you got worse.How proud I am ofeverything you accomplished. Seventeen years feels so long to somebut it’s far too short toencompass anentire life. I…
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Peanut Butter Kisses
Peanut butter kisses on a Sunday in October around noon the whole house to ourselves if only for an hour or so your arms snaking around my waist as you steal kisses in the kitchen as many as you can before everyone else comes home.
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KJS
She’s in second grade and the VSO does an instrument petting zoo at her school. She falls head-over-heels in love with the euphonium. Seven years old, begging her parents for lessons on this odd-ball instrument as soon as she gets home. They’re so lost, so they ask for help and end up finding my dad. Fast forward to December. Tuba Christmas on Church Street. There she is, practically…
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Apologies
I’m sorry
I am so sorry
I left you sitting
for so long
too long
and now you’ve grown
cold
your sweetness turned
bitter.
But I will have you
anyway
because it’s my fault
you became this way.
How could I forget
that I made a cup of
tea?
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Rainy Thoughts
Shades of
rain on the pavement
soft matte charcoal
and the silvery sheen of puddles
soaking into my shoes
as my thoughts turn to
you.
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New Message
For Michael, my prom date.
Every response from you is a pleasant surprise. I never really expect an answer when I text you, though I always hope for one, so when my phone buzzes with a message from you it’s nice. You never text me first, so sometimes I wonder if you really want to talk to me at all. Maybe you’re just being polite to the awkward girl you went to prom with. But I’m probably just ove…
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On the Death of a Classmate
On the Death of a Classmate
I’m tired, and there’s a stench of death about the place a feeling of being trapped of burning anger indignance towards how cruel this world can be and I can’t help but wonder if the world had ended up just so the universe aligned just right if it could have been my name in that Facebook post tugging at the heartstrings of people I once knew now strangers grief welling up not for the sake of
me
b…
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White
I don’t believe in white shoes or white pants, and I only believe in white dresses when absolutely necessary. like the iconic image of Marilyn Monroe: skirt billowing up, hands trying desperately to trap the dignity that flew away the moment she put the dress on.
And white roses are for tea parties and funerals, maybe the occasional school dance, but never for valentines or birthdays. Never for…
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Breathe
Deep breath in, blow it out. Breathe in again and the first sound escapes my horn full rich more so than usual ringing through the room. I enjoy it while it lasts over too soon the last note hanging in the air suspended like a leaf on a tree in autumn. Even after it’s faded away I can still hear it. Still feel it. There’s a new sense of life playing in this hall. The nerves I felt before playing h…
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Haikus
Peach colored roses fading as I sit here. The world goes on turning.
Wasted time, spent with somebody who doesn’t know what they’re looking for.
I sit in this tree reading a book of love songs. My heart sings alone.
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Unpopular Opinion
I love reading Shakespeare. Always have, always will, and I’ve loved it so much I was the most popular kid in my English class when we read Romeo and Juliet my freshman year of high school.
I’ll say it again: I love reading Shakespeare. Always have, always will, but that unit on Romeo and Juliet I absolutely detested. I didn’t mind translating for my classmates the Victorian English into modern…
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Sometimes
Sometimes I wonder what I’d do if all of a sudden you found your way back into my life.
Sometimes I wonder if I’d even recognize you or if you’d recognize me.
Maybe we’d pass right by each other without a second glance strangers in an airport on the streets.
If you do ever see me I hope you see me with him so you can see how he makes me smile and know that I understand why you had to leave.
Somet…
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Home
I’m sitting at my desk in the bedroom of my third floor apartment writing in a brown leather notebook full of notes and memories from other places other times in my life and as I sit here thinking writing it finally starts to feel like home.
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The One Who May Not Have Existed
The One Who May Not Have Existed
I don’t often think about you anymore once in a while on days like this when I’m a little sleepy in the afternoon but overwhelmingly content I have a passing thought wondering if you’re still out there somewhere and if you are wondering how you’re doing.
You were the first person I ever fell in love with but how much of who you were to me was the truth? How much was lies made up out of fear or a…
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Every Time
Every time you touch me it’s like lightning and first snow all at the same time a white hot flash and a cold chill that send shivers up and down my spine.
It’s like coming home to find out that Mama made tuna noodle casserole but with the peas already mixed in this time even though Daddy doesn’t like it that way because I do.
Every time you touch me there’s an overwhelming satisfaction and a…
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