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    Poetry

    my keyboard is a minefield. my mind is broken glass. when my body bursts apart, the shards catch light and look like blinking stars. ( 1 year of poetry )

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    a carton of midnight air

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    the midnight air 
    i swallow
    from my bedroom 
    window
    tastes like milk and
    drowsy petrichor
    from half-remembered
    things
    
                          
    echoes in the courtyard
    plates and dishes clink
    in warm water 
    
                          
    someone drops a bottle into
    the glass bin
    
                          
    ghost-thunder of
    an airplane
    
                          
    i gulp the
    milky midnight air 
    and shut the window
    
                          
    the room seems very quite now
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