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SometimesI pretend my fingernailsare fish scales --artificial shine throughthe ocean waves.Sometimes I curl myhands tight,put them up to my ear,and li..
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EnglishTongues tripping over foreign words
dripping from foreign lips,
pauses between your question
and my answer,
misp..
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I remember my father’s dry hands combing through wet tangles of my hair,just like my mother would. I remember lying about eatingThe vegetables g..
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I'll leave the spiders in the bathtub -they'll spin webs of my hairacross the drainso only water can pass through.I'll leave the stove on, hopingthe s..
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I think in stanzas of broken poetry
At night
While making tea
Or walking the beach,
Alone, footsteps
Cove..
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I used to doodle our names together,
hearts with arrows pierced through
them -how romantic,
I thought - to be pierc..
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I have one freckle
On my palm.
It appeared one day
In tenth grade.
It's not a very significant freckle -
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Kettle
boiling boiling
hot hot hot.
Suddenly - a noise
Who’s there?
knock knock knock.
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Nic came home from the Marines in June. I was 19. Jonah, Zach, and I met him at the Atlanta Airport at 5 pm. We hadn’t seen him since we had gr..
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Can I?
You raise your hand,
Ask, “Ms. Miller,
Please please can
I
Use the restroom?”
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